Julie by Karen Blayne

Oh bye the way, red tape first.

Copyrighted Karen Blayne 2002. All copies must be of the complete document.

Be warned these short stories contain mature content or naughty bits and as such may corrupt you if you’re under 12, 16, 18, 21 or 25 depending where you live thus they are not suitable for you so put them back on the shelf and let them age for a year or two.

They were sort of scribbled for fun. They were first posted on asstr.org and they may anything with it. If you’ve paid money for this book just be aware the author has not received any payment. In fact no one has permission to charge money for this book and copyright is retained by the author.

Luv Karen

Are you sitting comfortably? Then I'll begin.

Once upon a time, not so long ago, in a log cabin built by her father next to a lake in the middle of a huge forest, lived a young girl called Julie. Julie's parents had decided to go back to nature so they grew their own wheat in a small clearing in the forest, had a few tethered sheep, kept bees for honey and even made their own candles from bees wax. Sonia traded a few of her hand made sweaters, natural colours, all natural dies to give her daughter the basics in life, a Honda generator and a third hand computer.

Julie looked up as she heard an aircraft overhead, the very first visitor this spring? After practising all winter on Flight Simulator she was sure she could talk Chuck into letting her try her piloting skills this time, after all she'd practised taking off from a lake over 2,000 times and the real thing couldn't be that difficult could it? The plane swooped down at the far end of the lake and she saw Chuck help out two tourists complete with enough fishing tackle to land a whale. Chuck made his living dropping fishermen off into the bush where the fish teemed and were unused to fishermen. He taxied back to the picturesque log cabin where Julie lived with her parents, to deliver the mail, bring news from the outside world and take Julie for her dental check-up. He'd be back in a week's time did Mike have any carvings to trade? There were a few tourists around including the fishermen's wives so Sonia might have a market for her weavings. He'd mentioned Sonia's superb knitted natural wool fishermen's sweaters so no doubt they would be across during the week.

Julie threw her arms around Chuck gave him a big sloppy kiss and insisted he let her try flying the Beaver back with all the enthusiasm that only an excited ten year old could have. This time her mother was trusting her with the summer's shopping list and she was going to pick out her own patterns and material. She'd seen no one but a couple of trappers all winter, besides Chuck was bound to let her at least take the off from the lake. “She'd absolutely die otherwise. Please Chuck.”

Eventually they were ready to take off, Chuck cast off the mooring rope and watched as Julie worked the controls perfectly, a little heavy on the throttle and then they were airborne. “I forgot to ask how much load you had on didn't I? I practised with a full load on a hot day all winter” Chuck chuckled, “I didn't use too much extra fuel did I?” She questioned? “You'll do.” came the reply. “Are you taking us down as well?” “ Mais Oui, certainment! see I've been practising my French as well”. Julie gave Chuck a coy sideways look and Chuck said a silent prayer for all the poor males in the years to come.

In the dentist waiting room, for once, there was a local paper only a week old, for sale one slightly used surplus air base with hardened aircraft hangers suitable for long range nuclear bombers complete with ground equipment including radar, fire trucks, fire extinguishers and R.V.s, tenders to be submitted by the end of the month, the new owner had to undertake to dispose of all nuclear and petroleum products still on the base in an environmentally friendly way. An R.V., her dad had always dreamt and talked about having an R.V. Being able to drive anywhere and just sleep in the back and it was his birthday in only two months time. Perhaps a surprise, she had over $150 in her savings account and she'd managed to save another $100 on the supplies half of which was hers. The receptionist helped her compose a professional looking letter on her word processor, complete with a paragraph undertaking to meet the disposal conditions of sale, and print it off on the office laser. She showed her how to type the address on the IBM Selectric typewriter, “When would they make a printer that really could print envelopes?” She found a file and made Julie take a photocopy of the advert and place it carefully in the file. School projects were so realistic these days, not like her young days carefully copying in copperplate handwriting exactly what was on the board, no spell checkers to help out either, just write out the correct spelling 30 times... Oh Heavens above didn't that girl realise for school projects you had to hand them in not put them in the mail box across the road.

Three months later Chuck dropped three more fishermen on the lake and taxied over. Julie had two official letters, the first which he'd opened by mistake demanded money to be paid by the 30th of June, so he'd paid it for her, some sort of school taxes was it? No rush for the money. The second he hadn't opened but was very curious about what was inside. Julie tore open the large padded envelope; out fell a huge bunch of keys, a map of her airport, a wad of paper and a set of CDs. Julie passed the keys to her Dad, “Happy Birthday Dad, it’s a bit late but here's your R.V. Second hand I'm afraid and there's some other stuff that comes with it but its sitting waiting for you only thirty miles away, does that matter?”

Sonia looked through the papers, Mike stood there open mouthed, Sonia grabbed him by the arm, took Julie by the other turned to Chuck, “Taxi to the R.V. Please, and it does look as if it comes with its own airport so don't say there's nowhere to land!”

At the airport Sonia quickly took charge. She and her husband might have decided on a simpler life style years ago when flower power was king but Sonia missed her fitted kitchens, central heating, air conditioning and all the thousand and one little things that normal Canadians have to make life easier. She looked on the map for the officer's apartments, took the bunch of keys and opened the door.

Luxury, a fitted kitchen, a sparkling bathroom with a bath big enough for six, even a sprung mattress on the bed. She turned on the bath's hot tap; hot water came gushing out. Julie and Chuck were shooed out of the door saying off you go to the garage to check out the R.V.s and don't be back too quickly. Mike was soon subject to two big brown eyes gazing up at him. “I'll run a real bath for you my love, look its quite big enough for two and afterwards if you think I'm passing up a chance to try out the bed springs you have another think coming”. With this she took Mike by the hand and dragged him to the sunken bath in the bathroom and tore off his clothes. Luxury, her first hot bath in nine years, the previous occupant had left a bottle of shampoo and some scented soap. Mike had first his hair washed then he was soaped all over. As Sonia put the shampoo bottle down she knocked some type of switch and bubbles burst forth from outlets all round the bath, jets of water pulsed out, one between her thighs, Oh-my-god respectable baths didn't caress a lady in quite that way she was quite quite certain.

Meanwhile Charles and Julie wandered across to a low mound marked garage and opened the door. Inside where lined up five trucks with four five foot tall tires on the side, three were bright red with FIRE emblazoned on them, two where in camouflage colours and had the words Recovery Vehicle in small black letters on the driver’s door and a folding arm crane just behind the cab. “Oh Dear, I do hope I haven't spent my two hundred dollars on the wrong R.V.” sighed Julie.

Chuck smiled and murmured something about he'd always wanted to drive a real cross-country vehicle. “You mean a 4 x 4 jeep?” “ Shucks those are just toys, these are the real ones 8 x 8, with a V32 18 litre multi-fuel engine unless I'm mistaken. Now let's go kid, first one there gets to drive!” as they raced across and scrambled aboard. They did the cockpit check together, Fuel? “Main Tank?” “Empty”, “Reserve?” “Low” “Name?” “What?” cried out Julie. “Wrong a beautiful lady like this deserves a name”, “It’s a truck for heaven’s sake”, “So?” “It’s big enough to be an elephant” “ OK Ellie then?” “OK Ellie she is”. “First stop fuel Bunker then”, Chuck started Ellie up and they rolled over to the fuel bunker. Chuck stared at the gauge only 20,000,000 gallons left in the bunker. “Is that enough?” “Well I hope so for a few days at least”. There was no power at the pump but Chuck showed Julie how to insert the manual pump handle and pump out the fuel.

After the third near vertical climb up the side of one of the hardened hangers Julie thought this was cool and took over driving. Ellie just went anywhere, she rode over practically anything, fallen tree trunks, piles of bricks, eventually Julie plunged down the far side of a hanger and into the lake beyond. “Argh! I can't swim” panicked Chuck, “No but I'm sure Ellie can, and look there's a switch here marked jet propeller” Julie toggled the switch on and Ellie started to swim slowly forward. “Real cool!!” Eventually Ellie slowly dragged herself out of the water and they rolled slowly back to the garage.

In February the following year Julie was tired of staying inside so dressed in her snowsuit she opened up Ellie's garage door clambered up and set forth. Ellie seemed to like the snow, it seemed so much easier than tobogganing to let Ellie clamber slowly up the slope with her eight wheel drive, then fly down the other side, leaving 12 inch deep tracks behind in the snow.

After a couple of hills like this she came across a Portakabin on skids in the middle of nowhere with two heavily wrapped up bodies struggling to right a tripod with some mysterious object on top. Julie drove Ellie up and jumped out. “Who are you? What you doing?, Have you any children?, Are you trying to set that tripod thing upright? Can I help?” the questions rattled out. The first muffled figure explained yes they were very busy trying and had been trying all morning to get the cursed thing back up after it had blown down in the night so don't get in the way.

Julie walked back to Ellie and picked up the remote crane control that Chuck had shown her, Ellie put her feet down firmly on the packed snow, her arm that had been hidden behind the cab extended upwards then swung over the tripod. “Are you quite sure Ellie and I can't play?” The second figure humphed, attached Ellie's cable and the tripod was righted in seconds. Julie followed the two men into their crowded Portakabin that was packed with all sorts of scientific bits. There were two bunks to sit on but barely room to move. “Welcome to Station AF34, have a hot chocolate and tell me where you are from”. “Oh Julie's airport, who are you and where are you from”. The men explained they were government scientists who were doing measurements to see what was in the rocks beneath the snow. They used very sensitive instruments, which worked best away from towns and traffic. “Have you got any cakes? No, Why not come home with me and you can have some Mom and I made last night.”

Ellie pulled up at the small hill with the perfectly round door like a porthole painted green in the side. “Now where have I come across something like this before” mused Doug. “You aren't Julie Baggins a relation of Bilbo by chance young lady?” “Heavens no” Julie laughed “Have you read the Hobbit as well? Do they ever get safely out of Mirkwood? Come on guys” “Mom” she yelled down the entry phone, “Visitors”.

Minutes later Dr. Michel Peladeau and Dr. Douglas Desjardins where soon at home drinking coffee with Julie and her parents trying out Julie's culinary efforts. Julie's mother asked when had they arrived and how long they were supposed to stay. They had been dropped off last month by a tractor-trailer and were supposed to stay a year taking scientific measurements. They had to do all the work themselves since the only people who had been found to stay in such a remote site were themselves no one else had volunteered. Could they operate from Julie's airport if Julie and Ellie drove them across to their instruments each day? Perhaps they would like to look round first? Julie took them down the hallway to the electrical laboratory since everyone knew scientists lived in laboratories.

Peter's eyes lit up like a kid in a candy store, there were drawers and drawers of components, oscilloscopes, signal generators, voltmeters, and other test gear. “Yes, well we'll certainly know where to find you when we want you...” murmured Doug. “Do you have any other surprises?” Doug asked Julie, “Dunno there were a few bits of paper and some CDs marked airport plans in felt pen but they don't seem to play any music on my portable.”

Doug explained you needed a computer to read the CDs and if they were military ones then all the documentation would be in SGML format and he just happened to have the software on his laptop to read the documentation. Doug looked through the CDs that contained the documentation, “Have you found the heated swimming pool yet? It’s actually the cooling system of the slow poke nuclear generator. I wondered where all the hydro came from.” “What's a slow poke?” “A nuclear generator that was designed to power a shopping mall, providing both heat and power, no moving parts apart from the water system and that works by the heated water rising. Really neat designed to run for 2,000 years without servicing” “I've never heard of one why not, well Mile Island happened and suddenly nuclear was no longer fashionable”.

“There should be two domes that contain satellite dishes, and eight radar domes, if we realign a satellite one and play with the electronics that will save setting up the brief case when we want to make a phone call.” Doug and Julie went off exploring down the underground city. With Doug's help Julie's education started on a project by project basis, practically her first project was to rewire one satellite dish to the phone. Her second was to connect a special modem so that a laptop could be used to send e-mails to anywhere in the world. These were really cool! Did Doug know that in Norway they had cold winters too?

When the spring thaw came, Michael brought out his fishing tackle and set off to fetch lunch. Over barbecued fresh brown trout it transpired that both Peter and Doug both were fishermen but hadn't brought their tackle. Fortunately Chuck kept Michael well supplied, his fishermen occasionally left bits of their gear behind so the air was soon filled with tales of larger than life fish that had somehow just eluded them.

Doug's admin person started sending e-mails asking where their F93 forms? Didn't they know it was imperative that form P41 was returned to indicate how many parking places where in use, did they want a payroll deduction for Canada Savings bonds? How much paper waste could be recycled if AG34 started a blue box for each office? Who was organising their United Way campaign? Would they like Red Cross to come and collect blood? Doug soon grew tired of answering the persistent e-mails so Julie took over, sending in nil returns and signing her replies with “Love, Hugs and Kisses Julie”. The clerk in Ottawa was delighted to have someone who would return the forms, and explained the workings of administration in government.

On Valentine's day an HQ e-mail arrived, Julie was asked did she have any end of year purchases to make? It appeared two major projects were running behind and if Julie could find a home for $4,000,000 worth of standing offer purchases for delivery by March 31st HQ would be grateful. Doug and Peter were deeply engrossed in a rather fascinating anomaly that had cropped up, Julie asked would anything help their work, some more pencils, perhaps a pen or two, an overhead project, a tape recorder, a dozen ergonomic chairs, a new PC, a new Lap Top, a dozen cell phones, and transmitter, four bread making machines, six mountain bikes, bed sheets, duvet covers, a Local Area Network, 200 miles of fibre cable, a UNIX computer running SAS?, their own cross country vehicle, they took turns in requesting more and more outrageous things.

Julie wrote down the details, and used the Intranet to find the order codes, the cell phone aerial and other telephone hardware was little tricky, she carefully ordered everything with just the part numbers and order numbers, each item was carefully assigned to the requisitions to minimise the level of signing authority. At HQ they were quickly signed off with the words “If they are crazy enough to work in the bush the least we can do is give them the tools to do the job” by a brave civil servant who was due to retire on March 31st and was feeling grateful for the 3% pay rise he'd been given only four years before. He also queried had they not yet sent down a form 3325b regarding summer students. “Summer students?” Julie asked Doug about this. “Oh it’s just a way to have more civil servants without them counting as civil servants. Basically we would pay you for doing well what you do now I suppose. If you print off a copy of the form I’ll scribble something on it.” It was late March when a satellite phone call came, could they meet Tuesday's freight train at the mine's tramway to pick up their new supplies. In early April came the e-mail suggesting 6 student names for the summer job. Could they please interview the six candidates and let them know who the successful candidate was. Julie was concerned when she saw the other candidates but Doug said not to worry.

“Hello, Public service site AG34 here, I understand you are interested in a summer job with us? Good well we are a bit remote, you have to catch the train and ask them to drop you off then it’s just a 3-day hike across the bush. Do you have any first aid experience? What sort, well any really being a bit remote we don’t have any medical facilities and we were just hoping… By the way you don’t have to worry about the cost of accommodation, we have two Portakabins that we use for accommodation and the test equipment, and we have plenty of dried food. Nearest McDonald’s, Pizza or Chinese takeaway, well far enough away that they don’t deliver but you could probably walk there and back in a week. Quite certain you aren’t interested? Oh dear that only leaves me with one candidate left out of the six. Your chances are quite good if you were interested. Quite sure, well I wish you luck.”

“Now Julie, you happen to be the last candidate for this job. All the others have turned me down. Would you like a summer job? McDonald’s well let’s put it this way I don’t think you’ve missed anything. The pay is around $17 an hour plus remote site location allowance etc.”

Internet and phone access was improved by another project, in the spring Ellie's cable laying attachment was used to bury a fibre optic cable in the gravel under the old mining tramway that ran down to the CP cross Canada rail line. They found the buried fibre and opened it at one of the repeaters, Doug explained that 90% of the fibres weren't used so it was then just a matter of calling his telecommunication contacts, finding a dark fibre and splicing a connection. His contacts back in Ottawa would make the connections at the far end. Once the fibre was in place life was very different. Julie's education took off as she used the Internet to explore the world.

Somehow the tale of remote site AG34 facilities became quietly known amongst the researchers’ fishing community, the result of which over the next few years the researcher's ranks swelled, projects to spot brown bears, track wolves, measure air purity, water purity, soil acidity, all found essential reasons why they should be located at AG34. Julie's education was picked up by asking questions, getting in the way and generally assisting practically everyone. Dr. Simon Mayer was Julie's favourite she could sit and watch him for hours. Simon was handsome, single minded and enthused. He was just like a kitten, you had to make sure he remembered to eat, Julie used to make him a fresh coffee and quietly swop the old mug containing cold coffee away, he didn't seem to notice, except to continue working sipping as he worked. She'd sneak off with his cast off clothes and make sure there were fresh ones for when he took his shower. His project had quiet times and then Julie would lure him away from the lab put a fishing rod in his hand. Away from the lab he became really interesting describing his work with fresh water plankton, things that Julie couldn't even see. Simon was determined that nothing would get in the way of collecting his samples at predetermined times. It was Simon who showed Julie how the Doppler radar worked to spot tornadoes and summer storms, how to give Ellie some limited intelligence by connecting her electronic remote controls into a lap top computer in the cab that recorded and then could replay trips Ellie had made so that Ellie could find her way on predefined tracks, using only GPS guidance, even at night, in white out snow storm conditions Julie could run to the plankton traps in Ellie at predefined times to take samples of plankton through the ice.

A young anthropologist Dr. Kathleen Hall M.D. was looking for a research project, something with a controlled group, something meaningful, ideally a small community of intelligent people that were isolated from civilization. Someone knew of just the thing, a bit on the remote side, three days hike from the train line in remote bush, AG34 looked especially interesting, sixteen male scientists all working out of two Portakabins and tents in the wild, studying quite a wide range of disciplines, how did they interact? What motivated them to spend all their time in such Spartan conditions in such a remote location? Kate did her homework, reading up about each of the participants and their research project. Eventually funding was found, and the scientist in the field study, as it was later to be called, became Kate's project, and as her friend Susan said she couldn't help it if all sixteen were all male single Ph.D.s and under thirty five could she, just pure random chance. It really wasn't like shooting fish in a barrel at all. Should she warn them before she arrived? Or just turn up on the doorstep? Maps were consulted, there seemed to be an abandoned tramway that lead to a mine only five miles from the camp site that made map reading, never one of Kate's strong points, easy. Kate compromised, an e-mail was sent to the administration assistant in Ottawa notifying them that K. Hall Ph.D. was on the way to AG34 could they please notify them of the expected arrival date of June 2nd. Kate packed her rucksack fished out her hiking boots and boarded the train. Yes she really did want to be put off at this remote spot where the old mining tramway met the rail track in the middle of nowhere, this was the right spot, yes she had a GPS, a two way radio, had notified the RCMP, checked the weather forecast and really was quite sure.

When the e-mail arrived Julie wondered how K. Hall Ph.D. intended to arrive? Fourteen e-mails with “Love, Hugs and Kisses” on the end later she discovered a Miss Kathleen Hall had a rail ticket on her travel plans. More than seventy miles across country, in three days? No one would be mad enough to hike that far would they, especially with the Doppler showing a rainstorm due? Julie fired up Ellie and wandered down the old tram tack. Three hours later Ellie's infrared detectors picked up a human sized warm blob sheltering under a cape besides the track. “Dr. Kathleen Hall I presume? Hi I'm Julie do you want to clamber in and we'll head back.” Kate clambered aboard feeling exhausted; a 70-lb. rucksack was much heavier than she ever remembered. She really should remember that sports bras were heavier than Victoria's Secret ones. Ellie's cigar lighter plug was used to make two welcome cups of hot chocolate. They chatted as Julie drove back alongside the tramway. “What was her specialty? Why had she chosen AG34?”

Kate soon settled into the community. Julie was pleased to see someone of her own sex and nearer her own age arrive. Kate's specialty gave her a whole new way to look at people and soon Julie was giving questionnaires to all the community members to see which categories they all fitted in. Kate showed Julie the files she had built up on the various scientists. After reviewing the available males to pick one as being suitable for Kate and careful review of the questionnaires Julie decided that Simon was quite the best fit for a stable marriage partner besides being the coolest. Kate agreed he was interesting but first they could check a few more things. Kate took blood samples and Julie helped run numerous tests in the hospital's well-equipped labs. They determined that Simon was free from Yellow fever, Malaria, had normal value ranges for blood sugar levels. They also ran an HIV test and Julie's sex education began as Kate explained about AIDS, herpes, hepatitis and other STDs. How if two virgins had sex they were unlikely to have STDs to pass to each other. If you had a thousand sexual couplings with a wide range of partners a thousand times the risk was much greater than having sex with the same partner a thousand times.

A new project was set up, Simon. Kate thought he was rather dishy but before starting she felt she ought to do the whole process by the book. She dug out her CDs and Julie was soon learning about different characteristics, introvertness, extrovertness, stability, and stubbornness.

Kate used her relationship with Simon to show Julie the slow stages of courtship. Each contact was analysed, the time they spent together was plotted each week. Simon wasn't showing obvious interest but Kate managed to increase the contact hours slowly. Julie helped by inviting Kate to listen to Simon talk about his work when she lured him down to the lakeside. Eventually Kate invited Simon to join Julie and herself for a cup of coffee and Simon accepted.

Julie's education took a new direction when Kate arrived, her engineering projects where sprinkled with bits of medical and social science. Kate was appalled when she found out that no one had sat down and sorted out how to get Julie through University. All the scientists agreed that she should go. Sonia and Mike hadn’t really thought about it. Kate determined to round out Julie’s education in the more practical matters about sex, life, finding a mate, dresses and the correct way to hold a cup of china tea. First off was keeping fit in winter, they hooked up a pair of loud speakers in the gym and got started on exercising to music. The gym had been designed for military use and had punch bags with scowling fierce looking faces, at first Julie was a little afraid of these but Kate found an old European manual SAS self-defence and keep fit book and they soon adapted the movements to music. Julie kicking out in the approved manner at the red crosses that Kate said marked some vital spot or other.

Simon was delighted to help Julie out with her project to learn about people, he answered the questionnaires and then started on how social scientists only believed what they wanted to believe so most of it was twaddle any way. One had thought married women were oppressed and believed men when they said they were happier when married but disbelieved women when they said exactly the same thing. One of the joys of science he always thought was you knew just as much about English lit and the social sciences as those who professed to be professionals but you could leave them all standing when it came to changing a light bulb. If Julie was really interested in men and how they worked try cooking them a simple meal such as steak and kidney or apple pie, much more effective than all this social science nonsense.

Doug was walking down to the lake to finish off the day with a few hours trout fishing when a large sports bag rapidly descended ten feet in front of him. He looked up to see a rope dangling from a parachutist’s waist, then they had tumbled to the ground in front of him. A helmet was removed and she shook her hair out, long red hair, turned to him and held her hand out, “Where can I find Kate?” She looked down at her wrist; “I think its fifty feet behind you?” Doug shook his head and led her to Kate's apartment. “Hi, Kate, I just thought I'd drop in”. “Susan come in, come in, How are you, How on earth did you get here? Meet Julie by the way”. “Well my company has just been taken over so I was let go with two years’ salary so seeing I was at a loose end and thought I'd drop by for a month and see how the barrel was working out for you my love, I've always wanted to try my hand at angling and you made the sport sound so tempting all those lovely fish all waiting to throw themselves at little me.” “Drop by?” “Sky-diving my sweet but coffee first and Aunt Susan will tell all, and there is just so much to tell”.

“First my loves I met this generous hunk, he simply swept me off my feet. I'd gone down to the airport with my bags, see if there were any standbys to Calgary or Vancouver to come and see you my sweet, so there was I leather trouser suited in my best travelling clothes, don't you simply adore it?” she twirled around “Anyway sweetings I saw it on sale and simply had to have it, even then it cost the earth, I used the money I was going to spend on the air ticket so I simply had to go standby, and then I saw him, he looked so sweet in his pleated skirt so I drifted over and asked him could I hitch a ride in his private jet to Hampton-on-the-lake, well you know my idea if you're going to use a pick up line the most outrageous the better. No, I'll just have lemon, no lemon; this really is the back woods isn't it? So sweetings he simply looked at me and said “Lassie wouldna be trying to pick up a wee bit of skirt now would you?” What could I say I mean I'm always a truthful girl, “But of course”, with that he muttered “Well the clan does'na work that way” he picked me up slung me over his shoulder and nodded to a group of lads who were waving red and white scarves around with funny woollen caps in red and white. There must have been seventy of them. They scooped up my luggage and I was passed hand to hand over their heads through the security area, I thought one of the security guards was going to step in and stop me from being carried off but we just swarmed through and out onto the tarmac. This you'll never believe but my bit of skirt who was walking along side by now pointed ahead “My private chartered jet my lady” there it was, a huge white thing with Zetland Charter Air Lines, in twenty foot letters then in smaller six foot high letters in red “Boeing 747 extended cabin, extended range, London - Falklands non-stop, racing pigeons, old age clubs, soccer clubs, sky diving club outings our specialty, mercenary's night drops arranged, Special rates for Special Forces, Canadian Prime Ministers press corps catered for, Clan outings Why climb Hadrian's Wall? We do 10% discount on our already low rates for Clan raids who bring back cattle and women.” I was carried up into the cabin and shown to one of the rear facing stewardess's seats by a uniformed stewardess. “Nancy why did you tell them about the 10% discount, remember the last time we flew with the McToshes and they brought back five head of cattle, Och noisy beasties. I'm Lucy by the way, I suppose he swept you off your feet and carried you directly here? That will be ten thousand pounds he'll be wanting off the fare no doubt”. She picked up the microphone “Now lads sit yourselves down, strap yourselves in and it’s off to Vancouver we go. Do you want to see me wiggle into the safety harness or can you all remember it from last time, Oh Good cause I forget everything I'm supposed to tell you myself.” A single voice cried out from the rear, “Nancy, take 'em off” the cry was repeated taken up down the length of the plane, “Take off time, Take off time, TAKE OFF TIME,”

Nancy picked up the microphone “Hush lads, wait until we are in the air and the seat belt signs are off, besides which what will this young lady that young Colin has raided think of us” “We want Nancy's Knickers!” “We want Nancy's Knickers!” “We want Nancy's Knickers!” “We want Nancy's Knickers!” Nancy stood up and took a bow, and pulled down her panties and tossed them to the crowd. She turned to me “Soccer fans they get a bit excited you know especially when it’s a club outing to see one of their pals, a lad by the name of Ian in Vancouver. 593 of the Glasgow Rangers supporters club won the Pools together, 592 are here and they are going to visit the 593rd in Vancouver, silly lad told them to drop by any time and he'd put them up. I wonder what we can arrange for in-flight entertainment for 592 lusty tanked up soccer fans to keep them quiet for three hours, a boat race perhaps? I'll talk to the girls about it but first let's feed the buggers. Could you give a hand do you think? Try not to get within groping distance, I find if you hand them food first they are too occupied to really do anything but leer. We've got a few minutes before the seat lights go out, I do hope Colin didn't just kidnap you, Oh offered you a ride in his chartered jet to Calgary did he? Well I dare say we could drop you off, ever sky dived before? Oh good I am pleased we can just pop you out the hatch at the back. It was put in especially for the Falklands you know, we were charted by the British Army and they put a little jump door in at the back for us in its own pressurised compartment. The number of racing pigeons we've dropped out through there, we did the Guinness book of records sky divers hold hands you know, nothing else can carry five hundred of them up at once. In the desert war we had French, British, and American special forces all in at the same time all dropping off at different points. The times we've had.” The seat light sign went out, she reached for her microphone “Now lads for lunch its Pineapple Chicken balls, Fried rice, Chow Mien, from the Toronto Happy Gathering for 1,200 so tuck in”. “We serve the best food in the air, that's why they keep coming back to us, Harry from the Lucky Star Chinese restaurant in Lerwick organises it for us, we just tell him how many and which airport and he contacts his local Chinese takeaway, it’s all a single family business you know and it’s so simple just dealing with Harry. Not only that but we get the top rated food reviews for the industry. Anyway I suggest you change into one of our uniforms just in case they drop Chinese something or other on your leather pants. So I slipped on a pair of Zetland Airlines panties emblazoned with Zetland Air across the buttocks, hoisted up a pair of black tights and put on one of Nancy's straight skirts, She found me a white silk Zetland Air blouse and off I tottered in three inch heels, handing out Chinese takeaways left right and centre.

When I got back Nancy asked me if I wanted to see some fun so I nodded. She picked up the microphone, “Would the gentleman who requested the vegetarian meal like to come to the kitchen”. A lanky red headed bearded lad rose from his seat and walked the length of the cabin. “Here you are love, fish and chips with mushy peas”. She still had the microphone switched on in her hands. The red head thanked her and tried to walk back to his seat, he managed about twenty feet before the hands reaching out to snatch his fish and chips brought him to a halt. “I do hope you enjoy your fresh Aberdeen Cod with extra mushy peas” she crooned over the loud speakers. “You bastards!! No not the mushy peas as well, you sods! You miserable bastards! You utter Englishmen” wept a voice that could be heard over the general hum of conversation. “There I've always wanted to get my own back on those troublesome customers who want something different. I'm not sure that last sentence was wise though”.

I picked up another twenty bags and dashed back to the fray. As I handed out lunch bags to the right window seats I was grabbed from behind and twirled round and my blouse ripped open, my breasts admired and just as I was about to slap someone’s face twirled about again, I felt his hands grasp my skirt by the kick pleat then it was just ripped apart, there was a cry of I hate tights and they were ripped open as well, then I felt teeth on my backside there was a tearing sound someone said that was better and then my dears I was quite simply frozen, it felt so delicious but at the same time, I mean one at least likes to be asked not just raped, my poor vulva was felt up I think the term is and just at that moment Nancy came to the rescue with a cry of “Hamish McDonald!! Here’s your lunch; you can play with the staff later. Really I don't know what to say! Before the poor girl has had time to feed all your follow club members what will they think of you?” She hustled me back to the kitchen, “Oh dear, never stand with your back side sticking out like that when they have nothing to do, always pass out the food in front of you, especially with Hamish, he has a couple of practice cabers in the hold. I think you had the last spare skirt on, no there's still Jennifer's French maid skirt, a bit short but it flares out nicely when you turn, Velcro as well so no problems about the waist size. Pity about the buttons just tie the blouse together under your breasts, there that's it. My, your nipples are standing out straight aren't they”. Then we ran into some air turbulence. By the time I'd bent forward and either tumbled into men's laps or they'd held me to stop me falling, and served lunch to 80 fans I was totally sopping. I felt so exposed, the skirt barely covered what was left of my panties, and that was just two triangles of material front and back that no longer met between my legs. Under cover of ensuring I didn't fall I had at least thirty hands caress my bottom. I've never felt so wanted by so many in all my life.

After we fed the brutes the lunch bags Nancy handed me a basket of fresh rolls with pats of butter, “Get them out fast this time and come back for shelter start away from the kitchen and work back.” I'm sure I needn't tell you about the buns flying round the plane. Occasionally one came into the kitchen but Nancy and I gave as good as we got mind you, especially as we had a bigger supply. It was a total riot.

Whilst the boys were at play Nancy questioned me exactly where you lived so I brought out the bit of paper with the map co-ordinates. Nancy's eye lit up, how simple. She reached up to the bin above and took out what looked like a very complicated watch. “Put it on my dear, now we'll just put in the co-ordinates and then you just follow the little blue star, well arrow I suppose. One of those nice Jewish special services lads left it behind last time we did a drop over Iraq. They like using us because the radar profile looks less suspicious than one of their own military air craft. I think we've just got two hours to kill, time for a boat race. I think we'd better give you rousing the crowd”. “Cheerleading?” “Yes that's the very word.” She picked up the microphone “Blankets down girls, now lads we're going to have a boat race, I've got four cases of single malt whisky waiting here for the winning team, three for the second, two for the third and even one for the last. Now normally as you know its glasses of beer but Zetland Airlines we like to keep the weight down so we'll split the aircraft into quarters, each quarter gets three girls, each player has to deeply penetrate each girl four times, if the stewardess has an orgasm then it’s a spot prize of a miniature of malt whisky, and a minute off your team's time. The winning team will be the one with the most satisfied stewardesses, the most players who stay the course, and the quickest. You must use a fresh condom for each girl anyone who loses one during penetration means that team stops playing and has to drop out, and gets no whisky”.

I took up my allotted place; the three stewardesses lay back on their bed of blankets, fingering themselves to loosen up. The first player strolled up to the line. The whistle blew and I helped him from his clothes, jammed on a condom, and wiped it with a smear of KY jelly. “Off you go lad” I whispered in his ear. “Come on Front Port Team!” Get thy trousers off Albert! Don't tell me you don't know where to put it!!”. I think he must have been a virgin I had to guide it in and tell him to push, he soon got the hang of it, “Push lad push!” “Only four times you stupid bugger get on to the next one”. The poor lad lost a load on his second stewardess mind you the way she was dragging him down on top of her and raking him his testicles with her nails probably didn't help. Then he had to get his erection up again, but he made a quick recovery once I popped a fresh condom on and gave him a few licks. Shelley's sheer light blue baby doll night-dress probably didn't hurt either. Shelley told me later it really gets her blood flowing when she feels the emotion as the rest of the team practically will her to an organism. She got this wonderful sense of achievement when they carried on after four strokes, she felt really wanted.”

“Anyway after my expert cheerleading my quarter won, my share of the single malt is in my bag by the way, everyone was thoroughly exhausted Nancy took me to the back and rolled up the carpet, opened a trap door and we popped down. Fortunately all my things were in bags already so we just tied them to my waist, donned on a set of jumping gear that someone had left behind and here I am, just drifting down like a leaf following this little arrow thingy. Are you magnetic or something? It doesn't seem to be pointing to you now? What have you got for me by the way? Any cast-offs, you know apart from Simon. All of them except Simon, well I must say the one who showed me the way here looked interesting. Julie has checked all of them for every STD known to woman-kind and none even showed any signs even on repeated testing. Julie was doing a project on disease was she, don't tell me you'd like to test me too, off we pop then to your lab.”

Later that week Douglas bumped into Kate, “Are you sure Suzanne has been fishing before? She really doesn't seem to know very much, not that I'm complaining mind you it’s quite fun teaching her, just from something she said when she arrived”.

Friday evening by tradition a dozen or so of the researchers met up in the officer's mess. It had long wooden bar, with brass fittings, a couple of pool tables, an old jukebox and a few tables and chairs scattered around. Doug had mentioned it to her and apologized saying the jukebox had nothing later than 1965 on it, but if she cared to drop by for a drink? Simon, Julie and Kate were sat in Kate's apartment, Julie was running Simon through multiple personality questionnaires since Simon had brought up the question of consistency of answers and results from different authors. Suzanne decided to liven her evening up and left them to it. Dressing carefully in a 1960's style flared skirt with petticoats, seamed tights covered by frilly panties, high heeled sneakers, a thin black ribbed jumper over a long line bra that thrust her best points forward, and her chestnut hair tied back in a pony tail. She entered, she loaded the jukebox with nickels, and called out “I wanna Jive with everybody!!” as “Thirteen Women and only One Man in Town” thundered from the Jukebox. She swirled her skirts high showing off her frills, and threw herself round the floor flirting with each in turn. The music tempo slowed, and she slowed too, moving in closer, slow snuggled up dancing that left her breathless as first one then another rubbed their firm penises against her.

She slipped away to the ladies and changed out of her more conservative clothes into something a little more daring. Attaching the garter straps to her corset she wondered how far she could provoke them, she thought her bar maid's outfit should capture even more attention than before, especially the loose top, the floaty, semi-opaque fabric skimming the crests of large, semi-erect nipples. Beneath she wore a simple platform bra. She slipped on a short flared skirt and attached the black seamed stockings, her favourite white flimsy panties with the pretty bows at the side followed, they looked quite normal from the front with a line of lacy running from top to bottom, with luck they won't realise the change from tights at first. She caressed her breasts to ensure her nipples looked their best through the thin silky material and then Show Time, she slipped behind the bar and gave her best floozy barmaid act to the fore.

After serving those sat round at the bar making sure she leaned forward as she put the glasses down on the bar it was time to drum up a little more trade. Douglas was talking fishing again, she carefully sat down on his lap placed her arms round his neck “La sir surely a fine gentleman like yourself would like a glass of brandy or some such to keep the cold out”. “I think a table dance might just rise the temperature?” “La what sort of girl do you think I am?” Douglas rose and dropped his nickel in, the music tempted her, and he handed her up onto the small stage where in previous times medals for getting lost in the woods for a week and getting back safely had been handed out. The others drew their chairs up. “We want a dance! We want a dance!” they chanted. She curtsied before them “Your wish is my command O masters”. She danced slowly before them, glancing smouldering glances over her shoulders, the music's beat ran faster, she swirled giving them the first glimpse of stocking tops, she dipped, she dived, she jived, she gloried in their undivided attention. They could see her breasts moving clearly under her top, “Topless”, came the chant, “Topless”, she teased them lifting the soft fabric slowly out from her skirt, slowly she undid the lowest button, counted to twenty then undid the next, another twenty, another button she swirled around pushed her back side out and wiggled it, the final button, she danced on, holding the fabric tightly across her breasts, she coyly opened her top, displaying first one nipple then the other, she skipped off the stage and behind Douglas. She unclipped her bra and ran her fingers across his brow, caressed the back of his neck and shoulders with her bosom. She dealt out the same treatment to each in turn then waltzed up on the stage once more kneeling upright in front of Douglas guided his teeth to her bows “Tug gently lover”.

She pushed her pubic bone against his nose, she felt his tongue on her thighs she sat on the edge of the stage legs apart and said “Exercise tongue time, just a little more to the side not quite so direct please”. She melted. She barely managed to move onto the next each time. Eleven orgasms and the twelfth wasn't bad either just gentler not quite so harsh. She took a deep breath and walked to the back of the stage. Picked up a black top hat and cane and danced once more in just her seamed stockings and garter belt. At the end she curtsied, took off her hat and produced a fluffy pink rabbit, to laughter and much applause.

Now for the climax, could she go through with it? “For my next trick I shall require the assistance of a member of the audience”. She stepped across to Douglas and took him by the hand. “Now sir, if you'd just like to lie back I'll just put a pillow under your head”. She turned to her audience “Last time I made something appear this time it’s a vanishing trick. Just to ensure that everything thing is absolutely straight forward I'll tie the gentleman's hands to the stage it is useful having tie sided panties isn't it? For the other hand my blouse, for the legs, I think stockings would be appropriate don't you?” She fished out a second pair from her handbag. “Just relax Sir, let me unbutton your shirt. Does that feel better?” As she ran her fingers across Douglas's chest. “Now what can we find to make disappear?” The audience picked up the mood; she ran her fingers lower “I couldn't possibly could I? In any case its far too big, look I'll show you.” She lowered Douglas's trousers and lower her lips on his penis half way down she smooched her lips and raised her head leaving a red smear of lip stick half way down. She addressed herself to her audience “You mean if I simple lower myself there's a hole under tummy that that monster fits in?” In response to the audience's encouragement she lowered herself slowly an inch at a time until finally Douglas's cock had disappeared beneath her. After releasing him she curled up on his lap with her arms round his neck. “I'm not on the pill you know” she whispered in his ear.

In the morning she arrived back in time for breakfast. Julie and Kate were sitting down to flapjacks and maple syrup. “Hi Kate I'm engaged”. “Anyone I know?” “Douglas silly” “How did you get his attention, rape him in front of witnesses?” “How did you guess? I suppose technically I did then told him I wasn't on the pill.” “Suzanne really, why didn't I think of it? I don't suppose you even mentioned that you use a coil? How did Dr. Linkus describe them, one of those things that the sperm swim up, round and round get confused and drop out” “Well he didn't ask, and I was truthful, wasn't I? Is that really how it works?” “Good a guess as any”. “Anyway my sweets Douglas is transferring to Toronto at the end of the month and I'll be going with him. He's such a pet.”

It was getting closer to Julie's time to go to university. Several of the scientists had contacted various old boy networks samples of Julie's work had been sent off and the net result was Julie was to be admitted to read Electrical Engineering in the fall conditional on her being able to keep up with the work even though she hadn't formally passed grade school.

Kate thought she ought to do something about Simon, the relationship didn't seem to be going anywhere, she really didn't think she could rape him in front of witnesses. She'd finally got her grandmother to send her a steak and kidney pie recipe, she'd bribed Sonia to kill three sheep together for their kidneys and finally sitting in her freezer was the result, one steak and kidney with puff pastry topping.

It was a hot 35 degrees, no breeze and it was humid. Julie had on a pretty halter neck back-less cotton sun dress patterned with blue flowers of the type that showed off as much thigh as one could without appearing indecent. She waltzed into to Kate's apartment and twirled. “So what do you think?” “If I was eighteen again and had legs like those I'd wear something like that as well. Go away go try out my new bicycle seat. At the same time see if Simon's in his lab if you go fast enough there might just be a breeze” “OK, oldie”. “I'm not going to even mention I was catalogue shopping and found something for you to take to Ottawa, apparently everyone cycles in the summer.” “Meanie”. “Here you are the full professional ensemble, skin tight figure hugging racing shorts and top”. Julie stripped off and put on the 20% Lycra shorts. “My God you can see the lips of my vulva” “So, there's only Simon around and unless you are naked dripping wet female plankton he's not going to get excited. Nothing will show anyway except to your saddle. Go on try it out you can always put a pair of shorts over the top when you get to Ottawa”. Julie wheeled out Kate's bicycle, she couldn't see what was wrong with the old seat herself, this one seemed squishy some sort of fluid filled seat Kate had said. As she rode the seat moulded itself to her body, seeking its way to evenly distribute her weight, her vulva moved across the seat as first she pressed down on one pedal and then the other, she didn't know about efficiency but it was certainly warm today. The bicycle seat seemed intent on seducing her, exciting her, melting her. Simon wasn't there at the end so she turned back and cycled home. “Have you tried it yet Kate?” “Well yes I don't think I've ever been quite so turned on by a bicycle seat before, it brings new meaning to a bicycle built for two don't you think. I wonder where on earth that dratted man has got to?”

As an aroused Julie was changing out of the vulva hugging bicycle shorts and top into a more respectable sun dress Julie's cell rang, Simon had got the Hummer stuck in a lake could Julie bring Ellie come and pull them out? “Before you go I decided I'm going to seduce Simon tonight if you could give him a flash of ankle perhaps as a warm up, by the way here's $200 for your college fund. You don't mind serving tonight in a little maid's outfit for me do you.” “Kate for you and two hundred dollars I'd wear anything”. “Oh good I was depending on you saying that.”

“Hi Simon, where are you, in the middle of a lake, OK let's try again, above you clipped to the sun visor there should be what looks like a cell phone but without the dial pad, found it good, the switch is on the side, hold it out of the window above the cab so it can see the sun, now we'll leave it a few seconds, OK pull it back in now read me out the numbers on the screen. Fine see you in ten.”

Simon was looking very fed up in the Hummer. Julie jumped out of the cab and waded through thigh high cool water to peer in through the open window. “Simon what on earth possessed you to try to drive the Hummer through a lake?” “Well the adverts said it could go anywhere and it seemed such an easy drive in Ellie to pick up the test samples”. “Men! Ellie can swim and is an 8 by 8, a Hummer is only a 4 by 4 and suitable for splashing through puddles, next time take one of Ellie's sisters no one uses the fire trucks much and if we have a fire that needs all three trucks they can always give you a ring on the cell. They are basically the same as Ellie. Anyway no harm done Ellie and I will soon have you out of here”. She walked back and unhooked the cable off the front winch, waded out once more to the Hummer, she had to squat in the water to find the tow loop that was hidden under water, when she stood up her wet sun dress clung revealingly to her body, she walked back to Ellie and reversed out of the lake. Julie climbed out of the cab and used the remote control to haul a dripping Hummer back to dry land. Julie caught Simon staring at her, My-god after five years he notices I'm here, naw must be the naked female plankton my dress is covered with. Kate did say show him a bit of ankle and I'll be gone next week. Thinks showing a bit of ankle raise hem of skirt on suitable excuse such as climbing into carriage.

Julie put one foot on the bottom step and raised her skirt hem. “We'll leave your Hummer here to dry out. Come on we'll take Ellie and go find your samples.” She looked down and saw Simon was just behind and below her, she bent her legs and rested her ass on the top of his head. She raised herself and turned round “I just want to adjust Ellie's rear view mirror, Simon come a little closer and lend me your broad shoulders”, she put a leg over each shoulder, and balanced using one hand on Simon's head, his nose was almost touching her pubic bone, a little wiggle and she was rubbing her pubic bone against his nose. She leant back a little more and lifted her bottom Simon's lips where now touching her panties, both hands held onto his head, then success she felt a tongue against the side of her panties, then she could feel it against the other, this was attention she could definitely absorb.

The tongue ran back and forth from side to side, arousing the poor over worked lips that had already been softened by the cycle seat. His lips parted wider, the top lip approaching her clitoris, the bottom her anus. She felt she was being truly eaten, chewed would be a better word. She ran her fingers through Simon's hair urging him on, feeling his tongue through her thong, feeling him nuzzle her, feeling a warm glow deep inside that had her gripping his head with her fingers lapping up all this male attention, she gasped it was just too much, she hugged him to her his tongue much gentler now just making her feel warm and glowing inside. She shook her head. “Oh God! That was perfect Simon I'll appoint you chief assistant for adjusting wing mirrors. Now do something useful, rub me dry with the towel behind the driver’s seat, it’s under my bathing costume. Are you sure my backs dry? Just one more rub to make sure, there I've undone my halter strap so you can do the front now.” She let the dress pool at her feet. “Just pat my panties dry I'll think of something better in a minute or two.” She threw her dress into the cab and climbed up the first few steps into the cab, looked back over her shoulder. “Come on follow me up and you can give me a push up I'm so sleepy. Simon, I'm quite sure you shouldn't put your hands there to help me up, there that's better your nose slips in behind my thong so well it might have been made for it”.

She clambered in and hauled Simon in as well, “Now then Ellie's been here before so we can set her on auto-drive, watch her latest trick”. She clapped her hands and spoke slowly and clearly “Ellie slow go track 17" Ellie started up, paused for a few seconds then started across the lake. “See I knew it had other uses than snow storms, now come here and put your arms round me to keep me snug and just slip your hand under my scrap of lace at the front. It’s so warm my panties will dry off in no time. That's it just move your fingers in little circles, I'm sure you can slip two fingers in there if you really try hard and whilst you’re at it I'd like little kisses on the back of my neck please. Purr.” She clapped her hands once more “Ellie very slow go track 17". She lifted herself onto Simon's lap, “Simon I'm going away next week and I've never been really kissed by a man do you think you could be nice and kiss me just this once. Their lips met softly and gently, Simon gradually moved his lips apart and nudged Julie's lips apart with his tongue. Julie traced his lips with her tongue. “This is fun, if I'd known you were this good I think I might have started much earlier”. They rubbed noses then kissed again this time both opened their lips. Julie clapped her hands once more, “Ellie go very very slow.” Simon responded, “Now remember you have to do exactly what Simon says”. Simon's tongue gently probed Julie's mouth, then she probed back, soon they were deep tonguing each other, Simon's fingers still moving in circles within her.

When Simon and Julie arrived back at Kate's, Julie slipped her damp dress on before jumping down. Kate hustled Simon away to have a drink of sherry. Julie she led into her bedroom. “You look thoroughly aroused and kissed young lady” “Well Ellie was on auto-pilot and it was a long trip back.” “Nearly two miles was it?” Kate opened a large cardboard box on the bed lifted out the top layer of tissue. She drew out a pair of black seamed stockings. “Slip your dress off and your thong it doesn't quite go with the maid's outfit I've got for you. First slip these on, proper silk stockings, now the garter belt although this one is English so it should be called a suspender belt. Straighten up the seams at the back and hook the stockings to the belt. Perfect. The dress is a little bit low cut so I found a very special bra for the occasion. It’s called a quarter cup, see how it presents your breasts forward but we don't have to worry about it showing above the neck line. Now the little back-less dress, that's what I was measuring you up for two months ago, they wanted very precise measurements. The black fabric might look a little see through out here but in the candlelight it will be fine. Perfect, it fastens with Velcro on the sides on the waist and the front bodice fastens at the sides with Velcro onto the back bra strap. No it’s complete not just a blouse. It covers you up beautifully; I just haven't put the clips on to hold the bodice in place yet. Now for a few detail finishing touches” Kate took out a deep red lip stick a much brighter colour than she usually wore, she kissed Julie's left nipple so that she left a kiss mark that extended above, and sucking on it so it was soon extended. She pulled the bodice up and attached a small ring over the nipple. Then she reapplied the lipstick and kissed the other side, again she coaxed the nipple to stand out and attached the second ring. The rings were attached to the bodice just below the breasts by a ribbon. “There you see no need, you can just hoist it up a little at the front and it just covers your nipples, no it’s not too short. If they are standing no one will see your panty crotch. Now there are two little straps that go on. They clip on the waist at the side on the front slide between your legs and up at the back, back to the side. Of course they hold you cheeks apart that's what they are supposed to do. Hold your skirt up at the front just whilst I brush your pubic hair to look its best. No you may not borrow the hairbrush handle so stop having such wicked thoughts.”

“Look in the mirror there one triangle of dark pubic hair framed by in a V by two black ribbons. Turn round and bend forward slightly. See how it holds your buttocks apart so Simon will be able to see your vulva lips better. I think a few more details”. Kate applied the lipstick once more. Each buttock soon sported a lip-stick kiss, two more staggered up her thighs, one just touched her anus, another across her vulva. Kate licked Julie's anus and popped in a small butt plug. “Doesn't it tingle nicely when I press the remote control? Turn round” Kate scattered a few more on Julie's inner thighs reapplying the lipstick each time to get a good impression. “Pumps, what do you think?” Julie looked at the four-inch heels on the black shoes, “So that's why you've had me practising.” “Finally we'll do your hair, I think we'll simply put it up under this pretty cap, I'll just put in a couple of clips to hold it. I don't think we need any makeup, your skin’s good and with a nice flush on your chest and slightly bruised and reddened lips I think we can depend on your natural colour. If it wasn't for Simon in the next room I could bed you myself. Now time for my dress and egg, just undo my zip at the back.”

Kate quickly put on a matching quarter cup bra and low cut full-length evening dress. “SHOWTIME”. She held the door open for Julie to pass through “Food time, how do you like Julie's little maid's outfit? Put your eyes back in and come escort me to the table!” Simon drew out a chair for a very elegant Dr. K. Hall to sit down. “Now house rules are Julie's a virgin at the moment so I think she should stay one this evening but I think anything else is acceptable don't you? Julie we'll start with the onion soup please. Oh Simon here's a remote control if you want to get Julie's attention, see how her nipples perk up even more when you press the button.” Julie walked into the kitchen swinging her behind, fully aware that Simon's eyes had followed her progress. Kate took the opportunity to lower her neckline so the tops of her nipples came into view when she leaned forward. “What were you saying, yes it is rather a stunning outfit, sorry evening dress, the colour matches your eyes, Oh look the soups arriving wouldn't want to miss that now would I?” Julie managed to give Simon a maximum cleavage view as she leant over to set his plate before him. She took his serviette out of its ring and brushed his trousers off before laying it on his lap and giving his stiff rod a light brush with the back of her hand. She leant across the table to serve Kate. She knew she should really serve from the side but the temptation to tempt Simon was too much. She felt his hand on her left buttock and finger rested on her vulva, she gave a wiggle of encouragement rubbing his finger with her moist lips, then she felt his finger enter her rubbing gently in and out. She smiled at Kate and mouthed “No Plankton Chat Tonight”. She turned and kissed Simon on the head “Now here's another remote control for Kate’s heating device if you think she looks too cold just move it to a higher setting, like this. Now I have to go back to the kitchen now to see to your next course” and wiggled away.

Julie entered carrying a tray “La piece de resistance, le steak and kidney pie, la nouveau spuds avec le Boddingtons’s Bitter”, she announced. She placed a plate in front of Simon and a glass of ale besides him. This time Simon didn’t seem quite so interested in her body. “Boddingtons’s” he exclaimed “I haven’t drunk that since I visited my cousins in England when I was an undergrad and she persuaded me to go for a gentle stroll that lasted nearly two weeks, the Pennine Way I think the footpath was called, I hope it’s served warm young lady” “Sir red wine and Boddingtons’s are always served at room temperature you surely don’t think the staff here is totally untrained do you” She raised her eyebrow at him. He raised his glass in salute then supped his ale, tried a fork full of flaky pastry a look of ecstasy came over his face. He looked across the table, “Did you make this” he queried “With my own fair hands”. “We’re getting married!” “I beg your pardon”. “This week hand fasting, as soon as we can reach civilisation proper married”. “Not so fast, I haven’t agreed yet”. Julie piped up “But I thought that's what you wanted a romantic evening with a sexually aroused Simon finishing in a proposal”. Kate looked daggers at Julie. Simon commented “It’s a power thing Julie. She wants to feel in command, especially after Suzanne raped Doug then suggested he marry her to make an honest woman of her. Sort of cave-woman instinct you know go out choose a mate then bash him over the head or tie him up and rape him and drag him back to the cave.” Now Kate was looking daggers at both of them now. “Simon Mayer” she started. “Now hush love, let me come round and do the bended knee bit. There now I love you, I adore your cooking, and from the attentions I've been getting from you for the last year I don't think you're indifferent to me. Will you do me the honour of becoming my wife? Say yes quick then I can get back to my steak and kidney pie.” Kate looked down at him “Yes but Suzanne thinks you ought to try a man out first before you marry him so yes provide you satisfy tonight, so not too much Boddingtons and I shouldn't eat too much before exercising if I were you.” “You drive a hard bargain my love. I suppose I'd better gave you this ring I've been carrying around with me for me last eight months, hand out”. “Eight months?” “Well I knew I loved you, then it looked like you were very interested, but you weren't going anywhere and I did just want to finish tabulating the results of pollution on plankton growth rates”. Kate put her arms out to him and heaved. Simon fell backwards on the floor. “Sit on him Julie. I knew I should have gone in for a leather outfit, handcuffs on him and a sound beating the like of which he's never had before in his life. Just because I love you, you think you can take me for granted.” Simon got up reached across and kissed Kate on the lips and hugged her. “Food first, sexual games later”. They started on their main course. “Actually it’s not bad is it?” Kate mentioned between mouthfuls. “If you'd served me this on the first day we met we could have saved a lot of time you know”. “My grandmother mentioned when she sent me the recipe that I should be careful who I fed it to because it was much more powerful than perfume. I really didn't believe her. Take notes young Julie, you could save a fortune in dresses, makeup and perfume.”

Kate got up from the table and walked into the kitchen. “Now for the sweet course”. She ushered her guests into the bedroom and unrolled a sheet of plastic on the bed. “Lie down Julie while I go and get a few things”. Julie lay down; Kate came back and parted Julie's legs. She started by pouring chocolate syrup over Julie's mound, followed it with fresh cream, four carefully balanced pineapple chunks and finally planted a cherry over her clitoris. “There you are Simon, a fresh cherry for you to eat, I want one afterwards and you know I can't afford a dishwasher so make sure you lick the plate very clean especially the nooks and crevices. Julie mentioned your tonguing had got her very aroused this afternoon when you tongued her over her panties and she wondered what it would be like to have your tongue inside but she was reluctant to go further. Partially in case you both lost control and partially because she felt she didn't have permission. Julie you have my permission and I promise you the only place Simon's prick is going is inside me or possibly we could both try licking chocolate syrup and cream off it for our treat.” Simon gingerly lay between Julie's legs and started to licking up the cream and chocolate mixture. Instinctively Julie spread them for him, an invitation to continue.

Kate leaned over and kissed Julie softly. “How's that sweetheart? His tongue isn't too rough for you is it?” “No, this is my idea of heaven”. Julie felt warmth spread over her as Kate's gentle kisses continued. Kate’s lips brushed over her face, down her neck, across the tops of her breasts down to her nipple rings. Kate raised her head “You'd better be good to both of us, no orgasm for Julie no more steak and kidney pie for Simon”. She slipped off one nipple ring, poured on a little cream and lowered her head closing her mouth in on Julie's breast. Julie moaned, Kate sucked and slowly licked Julie's nipple even harder. Kate's kisses moved down her body, lingering over her stomach and abdomen. Simon wedged himself between her legs and spread them further. She felt his soft kisses on her inner thighs. Below Simon had finished most of the cream and was gently sucking her vagina, he lifted his head and licked her skin alongside her clitoris. Kate raised her head once more, “Isn't that nicer without panties getting in the way? Did you say you wanted to feel Simon's tongue deep inside you, then you felt he should lick your lips gently, moving up slowly towards your clitoris. You were saying you imagine having his tongue lick and probe alongside your clitoris just were you use your fingers to finish yourself off when masturbating, sticky lubricated fingers that have been deep inside you, just gently bringing you to an orgasm. Oh my I could be wrong but I think Simon has just pasted his first hurdle tonight. Move over Simon, time for my cherry and cream.”

Julie felt exhausted she couldn't possibly take any more, then Kate's tongue started licking, it was soothing, and was softer than Simon's. She felt the warmth building up inside her once more, she concentrated on the pleasure that Kate's tongue was giving her. “Kate, is making love always as nice as this?” Kate raised her head, “Tonight is probably the first time you've gone so far, and it’s with people you trust and know well. Simon is quite a considerate lover from what I've seen and you were well aroused before we started. It can be much worse; it can even be better. It’s usually better if you get to know someone first and if you find someone to love that makes it the best of all.” Julie lifted herself from the bed, “Simon could you help Kate off with her dress”. Simon helped Kate off the bed, undid the back zipper and watched it pool at Kate's feet. Kate stood there in a matching bra to Julie's, her suspender belt and stockings matched as well. Julie picked up a pair of nail scissors lying on the bedside table and cut across the crotch of Kate’s panties leaving just two flaps at front and back. “Lie back on the bed Kate”. Kate did as she was told, Julie lifted the front flap and inserted two fingers into her vagina and pulled out her egg. Next she poured the cream and chocolate syrup over her mound and planted a cherry on top. “My turn I think” she said “just to warm you up slightly so Simon doesn't have so much work to do. Now this really is nice, cream and chocolate I recognise but there is a certain Je ne sais quoi, distinctive I think it’s you Kate”. She buried her head down once more. Simon meantime had stripped his clothes off and was sat on a chair masturbating as he watched Julie's unprotected vagina wiggle back and forth as Julie attempted to lick up every last drop of the sticky chocolate syrup.

Julie felt Simon clamber on the bed behind her, felt his hands reach and hold her hips. Between her thighs at mid-thigh height she felt his firm stiffening rod. “Time to move Julie, now Simon you know exactly where I want that now don't you”. Julie scampered off the bed and Simon plunged himself into Kate’s warm welcoming pussy. “Julie since Simon has been a bad boy carrying my engagement ring in his pocket for eight months I think he really should be punished, fetch the cane out of my wardrobe and lay it across his backside. Oh Simon I didn't realise it turned you on so much, second one harder Julie, I just love that surge Simon, three, and Four! Five!, Six!, that's it synchronise with when he bops up, SEVEN! is definitely heaven, EIGHT!!! Simon you haven't come yet. Julie I think three more for nearly impregnating you, just two more, one more, Oh... That was nice spurt deep inside.” Kate hugged Simon as he lay on top of her. “I think you've passed Simon I think I'll keep you, my very own fiancé, and don't you forget it.”

“Kate can we try chocolate and cream on Simon's rod now? I don't mind licking it hard again so we can smear more goodies on in fact I want to see what he tastes like.” Simon rolled onto his back and Julie lowered her mouth over his testes, stuck out her tongue and licked. As Simon's penis grew she licked the full length clear of Kate's juices, chocolate syrup, cream and sperm “You definitely have a different smell and taste, more sort of masculine.” She poured chocolate syrup, cream over Simon's penis and placed a pineapple chunk on the very end. “Common Kate race you to the top”. Both girls started licking at the base and gradually working their way to the top, Kate let Julie reach the top first and lick up the pre cum that Simon's penis was secreting. “Flavoured pineapple chunk, hey not bad. Are you sure you want him Kate, I don’t think he’s too old for me you know.”

Tamara glanced up from her book. Next week she would be in Ottawa. She wondered if Daddy would keep his promise to let her go to college without Ian, not that she didn’t like having Ian around but having your own personal bodyguard did mean she couldn’t do exactly what she wanted to. Besides how did one pick up boys when Ian was there hovering? Perhaps one last trip to the bead store downtown. “Ian, can we go down town shopping this morning? No I only want a few beads so we wouldn’t need the van.” She walked across to the walk in closet and picked out five dresses. She’d show them, she’d just take a backpack of the essentials. The first sun dress was discarded, not quite right, not quite demur enough for what she had in mind. She tried on the second and looked at herself in the full-length mirror, she turned left and looked at her profile, maybe, it did show her tan off nicely, but was it not quite short enough? She tried on the third. Did it make her look a little plump? The fourth a pale green with a flowery pattern might do, but not with these panties. She looked at the last and decided it didn’t become her quite as well as the pale green. She turned and looked through her shoe racks, a backpack would mean she’d have to leave at least 80 pairs behind. Was that a mark on the pale green heels? Oh well, Ian would clean them for her when he put her dresses away. Meanwhile it would have to be the pale blue that showed her tan off nicely after all. Down stairs Ian was waiting in the little white car. She always thought it a shame the way that people took a perfectly good Volkswagen and put a glass fibre top on it to make it look as if it was a real sports car. Still it parked nicely, she knew that though there wasn’t much room for shopping Ian would be happy being first away at the traffic lights.

First stop was the bead store. She found some chunky wooden beads that were really smooth, African Black Wood. She brought some cord to string them on as well, and a key ring she saw by the cash till. She waved at Ian who had been circling round the block, well sometimes there just wasn’t a parking spot and what was a poor girl suppose to do? He drove her over to a hamburger bar that catered to penniless students and high school kids who wanted to just hang out or even eat cheaply. Then slowly he circled the block whilst she dropped in for a cup of coffee.

Perfect, I mean to say she was leaving for four years so she could be really wild. She picked out her target carefully. A group of four young lads sat together. She chose her table carefully so that the end boy could be given a discreet glimpse of panty if she was careful. She walked into the washroom and freshened her wrists with scent. Then she pulled her briefs down and gave another spray on the gusset. Then she was ready. She ordered a coffee and sat down.

She picked up her paperback, a Black Lace publication about two Italian men meeting a single girl tourist and showing her some sights. She moved slightly on the seat and crossed her legs. She glanced at her target through her dark glasses without moving her head. She had his attention. She didn't move for a while then recrossed her legs the other way. She put the book down on the table still reading it whilst she threaded a dozen large beads up on the cord. Putting knots in both sides of the beads to hold them in place. She looked up then around, no one was looking except her boy, good. She reached up at the side of her dress both sides and slipped her panties off. She uncrossed her legs and holding the book in one hand placed the other holding the beads between her legs. Now for the bit she really enjoyed. Using her right hand she pushed the beads one at a time into her pussy whilst still holding her book in her left. She glanced up at the mirror, oh good a nice amazed look on his face. She thought she had about 102% of his attention that was good. That made her feel even warmer than the book or the beads, as they popped in one at a time. There all in now. She stood up and walked across to the counter that had the plastic knives and forks. She took a packet of brown natural sugar for her coffee then walked back. That was purely to show him they were all inside.

She glanced at the mirror on the wall, poor boy looked like he was about to have a fit. Perhaps it was time to put him out of his misery? She pulled the beads out discretely but slowly then walked to the door until she reached him. Then she dangled the string of beads so it just brushed his stiff penis. “A souvenir for you to remember coming here.” She dropped the beads in his lap. “My you look warm here let me mop your brow.” She ran her white silk briefs across his perspiring forehead then left them dangling on the bridge of his nose so the cotton gusset rested on his nostrils. She looked down as he gave a twitch. Oh my, he must have spilled his soft drink, and she didn't even notice him touch the glass, such an embarrassing place to have a wet patch as well. Then she deftly slipped away through the door whilst he was still in shock. “Did you see that?” “Am I dreaming?” “Who was that?” “Did she really?” “My God and you didn't introduce us?” “Common guys now.” The four boys sprinted to the door; one very red faced one holding a pair of white silk briefs at crotch height trying to shield his damp patch from the others. By the time they had reached the door Tamara turned waved to them and stepped into the low white sports car and disappeared into the distance. “Was that a Porsche 933 or a 934?” “My God, money, beauty and we let her walk away.” “I just don't believe today.”

Inside the car Ian turned to his passenger. “What have you just done?” “Who me Ian? Sweet little innocent me? I've just given a sweet young boy a memory that will last him a long time.” “God help the world if ever you lose your innocence.”

Time to leave, Julie clambered abroad Ellie and drove down the tramline to the cross Canada railway track. She carefully coaxed Ellie to put her feet down and lift her tires in the air. Then she jumped out and placed the safety bars in place so the feet wouldn't collapse under her weight. Turned and waited for the train. She waved as the train came closer and closer and then ground to a halt. The Conductor opened the carriage door and waved her abroad she looked back at Ellie put on a brave face and clambered in as the conductor threw up her luggage. “Single to Ottawa please”. Then she was moving down the carriage. There was an empty seat next to a slim dark haired girl, “May I?” the dark haired girl nodded and continued to read. Julie settled down and looked out of the window, her forest rolled by, how long before she saw it again, next summer perhaps? The attendant arrived, Jacques according to his name tag carrying a very small plastic cup of coffee, would she like something to eat? The dark head besides her shook slightly. “No, but thank you” she smiled reading his name from the tag on his shirt. “I think it’s some sort of union rule that they can only carry tiny cups of terrible coffee but I suppose it’s free. Did you come from further up the carriage or did we stop for you?” “I'm rather afraid I held the train up,” admitted Julie. “That probably means there wasn't a good book store to find something to read in, here try one of mine” with this Julie was handed a Black Lace book whose heroine was given the job of governess to two small daughters of some businessman. Did people really still employ maids and governesses she wondered absently as she waited for the businessman to see the light and marry the heroine? Did people really write about those sorts of things? And in such detail, the description of the maid's outfit brought back to mind Simon's birthday tea, she blushed even at the very thought. “It is rather warm isn't it, have you reached the bit where she agrees to be a sex slave at daddy's orgy yet? Oh I'm Charlotte by the way on my way to Ottawa to study maths at the University.” “Julie, I'm off there too to study electrical engineering”. A dark head popped up between the seats in front, “Ashma I'm supposed to be reading music at Ottawa U as well”. A pair of long legs across the aisle lowered and divine face framed with straight shoulder length blonde looked over the knees “Tamara economics Ottawa U. first year. I suppose we could form ourselves into a party of four and go and occupy the famous party of four seats by the washrooms, I've always wanted to sit there but there have never been enough of me”. The girls moved seats, Jacques came up “Ici est pour une famille seulment” he commenced Tamara raised an eyebrow, “Strange as it may seem some of us use another language west of Montreal, would you mind repeating yourself?” he scribbled things on bits of paper above their heads shaking his head and muttering to himself all the time.

Charlotte closed her eyes and settled down in her seat, her old soft Levi's were really a little small but they were old, old friends. They had just got to the right degree of softness and tightness for a long train journey, if she slipped forward they slid up towards her waist, and pulled tightly into her crotch, the seam naturally positioned itself over her clitoris guided by her labia. Now where was she? She dreamt the seat grew a pair of hands and gently held her round the waist a sort of comforting seat belt. They slipped down and rested for the longest while on her belt buckle and then seemed to separate and slide to her sides. They slipped up with the movement of the train. She could feel them touch her elbows, she relaxed her elbows and the fingers started to move upwards. Heavens she wasn't that type of girl, the elbows clamped down. Would he take it as encouragement if she pressed his fingers too hard? She relaxed and the fingers rested once again. The train movement seemed to help them slide upwards, above her elbows now. They moved forward and rested on her rib cage. She slipped a little down the seat the fingers just touching her lower breasts. She wondered if she had his full attention, he certainly had hers.

The magical fingers move back and forth just under her breasts, then slowly so slowly a little higher. Two fingers concentrated on each nipple, the others cupped her breasts, gently stroking and manipulating. She thought one advantage of her smallish pert breasts was the freedom of not needing a bra especially under a tee-shirt, one disadvantage was every one could see just how cold you were. Via Rail must be economising on the heating again, Charlotte flushed as she realised just how obvious how chilled she was to anyone passing by. In her mind the fingers continued their magic, until one hand seemed to grow heavy and moved downwards, a thumb rested on her buckle, her buckle was unclasped, the button behind eased from its hole, she could imagine the metal brass zipper coming apart as the questing fingers wriggled into her tight jeans. She just knew she should have put on a respectable pair of panties, mother always said dress so you'll be respectable if you get knocked down and get taken to hospital. Her new financial status as a student had forced her to rummage the sidewalk sale last day of sale bargain bins where she'd found last year's latest fashion thong wisp of lace reduced from $18.99 to only 50 cents. It did have the advantage of no panty line and the lace thong didn't tickle too much between the clefts of her rounded cheeks, although she was certainly well aware of it. This time was the very first time she had had the courage to choose to wear them. Was courage the right word? Was chosen the right word? If only she had done her hand washing. This morning there had been no choice but to wear them or nothing, nothing else was clean, perhaps nothing would have been more respectable.

The fingers slipped between her Levi's and the wisp of lace, fingers caressed the tops of her thighs, a thumb the front of the lace. It came to rest on the tiny circle of beads that Linda had thought were for decoration, now she knew better, they were to guide thumbs to rest exactly over her clitoris and to encourage thumbs to roll back and forth. At least her nipples didn't feel quite so exposed now. Would the tiny triangular pad of cotton ever hold all her juices, would those poor imaginary fingers become sticky? She leant back, she could picture her neck being kissed, an ear being nibbled, something rather hard and firm nuzzling between her cheeks under her, was she sitting on his lap? Charlotte's breathing grew ragged and a little heavier, her nipples suddenly jutted out.

Those delicious fingers tracing circles on her left breast seemed real, there was a tongue licking her right ear, how had Tobias managed to work his way into her dream, she smiled, how could you expect a cat to stay away from anything warm and snugly. Surely he couldn't have run out of food again, no it was smoother than Tobias's, besides which he wasn't on the train was he? “Nice Dream?” Ashma whispered, “Is there room for me?” Charlotte lowered Ashma's hand to her lap and covered it with her jacket. “In public young lady?” she queried and closed her eyes once more.

Tamara passed a rather large pencil shaped object across to Ashma. She slipped it under Charlotte’s jacket and lay it along the straining front seam. “My turn with the remote control” whispered Ashma in Tamara's ear. “Here you are then, remember its energy saving week so not full on all at once. See how long Charlotte can last” Tamara whispered back as she passed the remote control. Ashma could feel the gentle vibrations as she held it in place against Charlotte’s labia and seam just over her clitoris.

Tamara looked up from her book, and arched her eyebrow at Charlotte; “I wonder what we could do to improve the standard of service on this train?”

“We could go and have a little chat with that dishy attendant. Let me just freshen up my perfume first, Channel would you like to try some?”

“Perhaps I could try on that lovely short silk dress that buttons down the front, the one you said never creased first”. On Charlotte the dress came to mid thigh, on Tamara what had looked respectable on Charlotte's five foot three inches looked more like a blouse on Tamara's five foot nine and three quarters.

“Happy hunting, though I thought it was only Bambi that was in season this month” murmured Julie as Charlotte passed by her.

Both girls got up, dabbed Channel on their wrists, neck and other exposed skin, stretched, one adjusted tank top and shorts the other undid a couple of buttons top and bottom of Tamara's button-up-the-front-dress to be practically scandalous then they drifted down to Jacques tiny kitchen at the end of the carriage where he was just tiding away the plastic foam cups.

“Have you noticed just how different Canadian trains are, I mean to say they aren't nearly as crowded as the Paris subway”. Tamara began. “Hong Kong is even worse, you are just sandwiched between people with hardly anywhere to move.” Tamara encroached on Jacques personal space from the front, Charlotte from the rear.

Charlotte slipped in behind Jacques and leant forwards, Tamara slipped in front and lent backwards.

“I'd even had people standing with their thighs between mine like this” Tamara demonstrated.

“And remember the hands groping your bottom from behind”. Charlotte demonstrated.

“Didn't you find the constant swaying motion a turn on”.

“You mean feeling Jacques's thigh between mine and accidentally rubbing the zipper of my shorts against his thigh? The way his chest keeps brushing across my breasts? The aroma of his after-shave or how firm he feels under my fingers? I do hope it is all him and not just a cucumber tucked down his pants”.

“I just love his buns, just holding my hand between the two exactly as someone did to me a bus in Rome. I simply adore the way his back keeps brushing my chest as well. I do see what you mean about his after-shave”. Charlotte leant forward and licked Jacques right ear, Tamara leaned even more into him and placed soft kisses on the side of his neck. Jacques grew pinker and his breathing grew heavier.

“Don't you think it’s crowded on this train Jacques?” Whispered Charlotte.

“I could feel someone behind me, directly behind me, as we went swayed from side to side I felt someone's hand hold my hip”. Charlotte reached back and pulled Jacques hand to her hip. “Then it move slowly forward like this until there was a finger resting between my thighs. I covered the hand just in case someone might see and guided the finger up and down my zipper. Seems such a shame not to pull the zipper down a little at the same time, then up and down, up and down, up and down. It seems to be getting further down each time, Oh the silly thing has forgotten to go back up. Heavens anything might slip in. That’s better, putting your hand just there with the finger tip just inside will stop anything else from entering n'est pas? Thank heavens I put the very thin silky panties on this morning, something with less friction. I'm definitely growing warmer though. If I lean back a little more and rearrange my neckline someone looking over my shoulder should be able to see my chest and how flushed it’s looking as I become more aroused, even my nipples are hardening up. Now if I move the left hand so that it covers my nipple then I'm sure that looks far more respectable.” Charlotte wriggled her bottom back against Jacques growing hardness this was definitely fun and quite a turn on. Tamara slipped her hand between Jacques cheeks and caressed them. “My turn in front” she announced and changed places with Charlotte.

“Just think Jacques here am I a sweet innocent virgin just waiting for someone to show me exactly what to do. Breasts that have never been licked by a man, a vagina that has never had a real man's tongue inside, I wouldn't even know what to do with one of these if it hadn't been for my school lessons and you can guess how practical they were.”

Tamara used Jacques hand to unfasten her bottom button then slid his finger under her low cut light blue stretchy lacy G-string just so he knew how damp she was. “I think these things are getting in the way aren't they Jacques?” She moved his thumb to the waistline and hooked it over then eased them part way down her thighs. “I wonder if anyone is looking down the carriage Jacques”, Jacques stiffened, there were very stiff rules about relationships with passengers, VIA wanted desperately to down size staff by 35% but due to the strong union agreements none had been laid off. The pay was very good, but the restrictive practices made the pay even better, why today he took home more than the Prime Minister, 180 hours per week of pay. Passenger railway jobs were handed down from father to son, this was risk he couldn't take. Tamara slipped off her panties completely turned and wiped the end of Jacques nose with them. “Can't you just smell my arousal Jacques, breathe in deeply.” She stretched them slightly out, “isn't it fortunate I'm blonde Jacques, just think how clearly you could see through these if I was brunette, people might get totally the wrong idea about me n'est pas? Now whilst I caress your nose gently why not run your finger across my clitoris, gently now it’s very tender, can you feel the tiny bump, not nearly as large as your equivalent is it? Feel how it’s responding to your touch and if you stroke me then I can stroke you, can't I Jacques. Do I need more instruction about which part to stroke Jacques, I'm only an innocent virgin after all so I've no idea which are the most sensitive parts or exactly what turns you on have I Jacques?”

“Excuse moi, mais I must make the coffee”.

“But Jacques sweetheart that's the whole point, we'd much prefer tea served in real china cups on a silver tray. Ashma is from Hong Kong and much prefers tea to that nasty coffee.”

“S'impossible, Je n'ai pas le Tea, le China cups, C'est ne pas une restaurant”.

“Non, Non, Non, repeatez apres moi, pas de problem mademoiselle. Charlotte be an angel and pass Jacques the china tea, tea pot and cups from your knapsack”.

“Now Jacques be a well behaved attendant, we'll expect you in shall we say five minutes? And perhaps you should cover that damp patch on your trousers before you come, you really should be more careful when making coffee, in fact it’s even seeped through to the inside your trousers and got my fingers all sticky, there now I've done your zipper back up, see you soon sweetie.”

The giggling girls returned and sat down, Jacques arrived resplendent with an apron tied round his middle. “Mesdames le Tea is served” and with a flourish placed the tray on the table in front of them then retreated. Julie looked up” Oh my God? How did you do it?” Tamara waved her hand airily in the air, “It was a mere nothing my dears, one either has it or one doesn't.” Charlotte grinned “Just don't ask for the details.”

Tamara looked around the others and with the air of a magician declared “Now I shall fulfill your wildest fantasy's your very heart’s desire all you have to do is name them”.

“Cream cakes!”, “Chocolate!”, “Both together, chocolate eclairs! Or really gooey chocolate cream cakes!” “I recall the ones mom and I used to get in Hong Kong in the British store that was the only place to buy underwear, green bags, St. Christopher or something”, “Marks and Spencer and its St. Michael, not Christopher is there nothing I can do to surprise you guys? I was so sure you won't have come across them” “You can surprise me, I've never heard of them” said Julie, “Mais oui, but you're Canadian and its Canada's best kept secret, here they are any way guys, only a dozen each mind, and I bags any if any one doesn't like them.” Tamara lifted up the bag she had brought back and broke out the chocolate éclairs. “How did you know how many to bring to share out” “Who said anything about intending to share?”

“Tamara are you really a virgin?” “Afraid so, you can get dates if you're tall, you can get dates if you're intelligent, you can get dates if you're beautiful, but all three? Forget it!! And I'm not going to play dumb blonde all night either just to build up some guy’s ego. On top of that Daddy has money so I can never be really sure if its Daddy’s money or me they want. It wasn't too bad though when I had Ian to play with. Going up to University, I don't want to get married for seven years at least, all I want is someone with a penis will worship me as I deserve, make a commitment for four years, someone who is stable, intelligent, not be intimidated by my height, looks or intelligence, be there and hug me better when required, won't go off and get himself infected with an STD. Not want me for my money, Someone I can be myself with, with a vasectomy, heck why should I have to dose my body with drugs to prevent his kids. Hey guys this is getting heavy Why is Chocolate better than Sex:”

“Chocolate doesn't make you pregnant.”

“The word 'commitment' doesn't scare chocolate off.”

“You can GET chocolate”

“You can have chocolate at any time of the month.”

“If you love me you'll swallow, has real meaning with chocolate.”

“With chocolate size doesn't matter; it's always good!”

“Chocolate satisfies even when it has gone soft.”

“You can safely have chocolate while you are driving.”

“You can have chocolate on the train in front of your mother”

“You can make chocolate last as long as you want it to.”

“If you bite the nuts too hard, the chocolate won't mind.”

“With chocolate, there is no need to fake it.”

“Charlotte you've got cream and chocolate on your cheek, come here and I'll wipe it off for you.” Charlotte grinned and leant forward. Ashma leant forward as well and licked Charlotte's cheek. “ I wasn't going to waste it?” “Ashma, you've got cream on your lips, come here child”. Charlotte licked Ashma's lips clean. “Ashma, I think I've got some on my front teeth”. Ashma grinned wildly “Good chocolate is easy to find.” and removed the offending chocolate. “Ashma, your tongue is all gooey, come here my sweet and you don't get hairs in your mouth with chocolate.” Charlotte and Ashma spent the next hour, slowly eating the éclairs then cleaning up after every bite. Tamara looked up and spoke “I always thought two people of the same sex could have chocolate without being called nasty names before seeing you two in action.” “I thought Charlotte and Ashma were rather nice names much nicer than Julie, now Tamara why not be generous and share your last éclair with me, I'd share with you but mine have all gone.” Tamara relented and shared her last éclair tonguing Julie as she did so.

They slumped contentedly and fell fast asleep together.

“VIA rail is proud to announce we are giving our passengers the opportunity to explore the exciting city of Calgary. We will be departing in six hours time. This will allow our staff to take a rest as well. Incidentally this will also allow time for the tracks to clear after a slow moving one mile long grain train that has just left Calgary station.”

“Opportunity my foot, someone goofed again”. “Oh great we'll be late for school!” “Only in Canada do goods trains go first, anyone would think they own the track.” “OK guys let's hit the Malls”. “What’s a Mall?” “OhMyGod are you in for a treat, it’s like hundred’s of stores all stuck together. It’s like Oh never mind you’ll see. Wanna try my new heels, adds height besides pushing your bum out back and boobs out front.” “Well OK I guess.” The four intrepid explorers set forth to enter new uncharted dress shops, gain some male attention and generally enjoy themselves. As they left the train they were followed by a man in a bomber jacket with the words “Glasgow Rangers forever” emblazoned on the back carrying a yellow duty free bag from Amsterdam air port. He paused and thrust ten dollars at Jacques; “I'll be having a couple of wee brown bottles off you now Jimmy”. “You'd like a beer sir?” Jacques face showed disdain but his training held up. “Aye but you haven't got any so just be handing the wee bottles”. “I really think...” Jacques found himself grabbed by the throat, “Cut the cattle man and just hand them over, I'm no a very patent man when someone comes between me and my drink, ye ken, Och and you can keep the change this once”. Jacques kenned very well and the bottles were handed over to be slipped into the jacket’s pockets. The figure carrying his yellow shopping bag as if it contained something very precious shuffled away after the girls, lurking in the shadows as if he didn't want to be noticed.

One of Calgary's finest turned the corner, First Constable Patrick O'Donahue, only three months to go and he’d be retired, he'd heard about some really great fishing somewhere in the north, they flew you and picked you up a week or a month later, Hell with a week, he'd fly out in the spring and stay there till fall then fly direct to Florida. Walking the streets in summer so the tourists could see you was all very well but he was getting to an age when he much preferred an air conditioned cruiser, or perhaps a cool breeze blowing through the trees, he'd fancied summer in a Canadian National Park he decided. Hell, Happy Harry and his crew were out probably looking for trouble, this he could do without, time for a coffee. Then he noticed the four young girls, four tight tank tops, our four heroines though were receiving more than just his male attention, was it really that cold this early in Fall? Handbags swinging walking towards Happy Harry's spread-out crew, he was getting too old for this. “Hi control, Pat here, Happy Harry's out with half a dozen friends, looks like they are set to welcome a few tourists, can you spare me the heavy mob and about three fire trucks outside the Happy Gathering?”

He started down the street, with luck Happy Harry would spot him, a crime prevented, a pension drawn. Without, well his pistol should still work, though the ammo was a few years old, perhaps he should have traded in his bullet proof vest for the newer model with better stopping power. Happy Harry stepped out in front of Tamara, he smiled “Hi guys I'm collecting donations if you'd just like to hand over your handbags”. Elroy came up behind Ashma, lifted her skirt and started to run his fingers over her thin panties. “I gets this one first” he leered. Jock staggered towards the group waving his beer bottle. Tamara moved first quickly lashing out with her knee at Harry's groin, then once more her knee flashed as Harry's jaw came down, Ashma and Charlotte exchanged glances, Joe and Elroy quickly found themselves on the ground. Julie looked at the two figures rushing towards her, Kate's keep fit lessons, this was easy, she started into the SAS routine. The first heel kick struck the first attackers forehead, the second caught the second's voice box, before she delivered the third kick to the side of the neck a voice stopped her. “Stop Miss!”

Pat hated killings and the paper work that went with them. Mean while Jock had quickly felled another attacker with a beer bottle behind the ear, a second caught an upward blow from a beer bottle under the nose, a third attacker slammed a blow to his body then a pained expression came over his face just as Jock put in head butt. Jock glanced round Harry's mob were sprawled on the ground, Pat was putting cuffs on Harry. “Harry you're never going to live this one down, Harry's mob laid low by a bunch of girls”. Jock quickly put a couple of quick taps with his steel capped safety boots into the sprawled figures then bent over one who was groaning and slipped a small packet in his pocket. “Och this one is verry bad sarge”. He called over to the policeman. He glanced at Tamara and nodded towards the Happy Gathering café. “Gather the others up and I'll see you out the back in three minutes, turn left and 2 blocks down.” Tamara did as she was bid, helping a sobbing Julie who was saying over and over “I'm so sorry, I just didn't realise”. Jock staggered across and sat on Elroy and calling out “This one's still breathing would you mind lending me your pistol?” Another small packet was slipped into Elroy's pocket.

The three fire trucks were the first to arrive, firemen dashed to give what first aid they could to the injured. Five cruisers rolled up flashing lights, out of two of them climbed the four members of the heavy mob, all were six foot three or more, and 270 lbs of muscle. “Hi Pat, get started without us then?” “You mean we interrupted a poker game for this”. “What happened you sneeze or something?” “I thought only SWAT had the machine guns”. “Felt lonely did you and wanted someone to hold your hand then?” Sergeant Camroon came across to Pat who by this time was totally unable to understand Jock. “Well noo lad off to a football match were you?” “Och aye you'd have heard the score we won two one, I was taking the sister's lassie to her first away match in Milan as a birthday treat, the verry first time I've taken an aeroplane to a match”. “Aye, and had a wee drink or two to celebrate no doubt, would you be having a passport with you now? And I'll be taking a wee look in yon bag”. Jock pulled out a battered passport and handed both across it and the yellow duty free bag across. Sergeant Camroon looked in, saw the six tins of duty free McEwan's export ale inside, relaxed and turned to Pat “You've got a genuine Glasgow Rangers football supporter who lost his way at Amsterdam airport.” “Now where are these young lasses will you go and get them for me?” “I sent them across the road for a wee drop of tea to calm their nerves, I'll go and fetch them. You'll guard my McEwan's export the mean time?” “With my very life”. Jock staggered across the road into the Happy Gathering and quickly slipped through the kitchen door, turned left, threw his jacket over his shoulder and joined the girls, ushering them into a very up market exclusive department store.

A superior assistant looked down her nose, “May I help you Sir”, in a tone of disbelief? “I'd like four very elegant young ladies suitably groomed and dressed for Great Aunt Thelma's garden party in shall we say two hours” he pulled out an American Express card, “I assume you accept these?” He turned to Julie “Can you manage three and a half inch heels?” Julie nodded, “Good then be guided by Tamara, hair up, seamed stockings, new sunglasses and wide brimmed hats I think. Money no object, I'll wait in the coffee shop”.

“OK now who is he?” “Oh Ian, my personal minder, I hadn’t realised daddy had had him tag along. He's Ok just do exactly what he says”. Hair appointments were made, then they descended on the designer clothes racks.” Ian quickly had his beard shaved off, hair washed and trimmed. The gentleman's clothing department soon had him equipped with an off the peg blue pin stripe suit, that fitted not too badly. He slipped out of the store and visited two travel agents, at the first he booked two VIA first class tickets to Winnipeg, after a great deal of difficulty, Air Canada was so much quicker, and three to Kingston at another.

Two cabs carried them to the airport, where after a short walk through the booking hall they took two more cabs separately to the railway station.

Helene sat curled up in her VIA 1 chair. She was on her way to look over Ottawa or maybe Montreal anywhere where the rents were cheaper, maybe this time she could get a job she really wanted to do, rather than be overqualified in another boring secretarial job where all that mattered was the length of her skirt. She loved Vancouver especially her old apartment looking out over the sea but property values had shot up and so had the apartment's rent to a point where she simply couldn't afford to stay there any more, especially now Jennifer was moving out and getting married. Her last perk from her old job, was her VIA 1 ticket booked against the travel budget. She'd always had the dream of taking the train through the Rockies and they had been spectacular. Now she closed her eyes and was back in 1357. In Scotland following the path of a blonde Celtic hero, Ian, son of Hamish, as he battled his way through an English army of opponents with broad axe, sword and bare hands to carry off the woman he had caught a single glimpse of seven years before, to protect and cherish her. Helen dreamt how he would approach after the battle, enemies slain, his strong arms would hold her, how his powerful lips would kiss her, how he would just take her tearing her clothes aside, his manhood penetrating deep inside her, heavens she was moist, how he carry her off to his lair and they would be together forever. Life would be so simple.

She opened her eyes and looked once and then twice down the coach, a tall blonde handsome warrior dressed in his modem suit of armour, the blue pin stripe suit wielding a rolled up umbrella was coming towards her. Her inner voice cried out this was her very own hero just back from slaying his enemies. “Is this seat taken by chance?” “I saved it just for you to rest after your battle Ian, son of Hamish” she gushed Oh-my-god what was she saying. Helen blushed furiously “I'm sorry I don't know what came over me”, yes you do her inner voice accused, “I was just reading about some nice Celtic warriors” she explained. “For a moment there I thought you were fey, not many people even know my father's first name. Just for the record Celtic warriors aren't very nice, just effective”. Helen just melted at the sound of his rich deep voice. Ian recognised the signs and the need for release after the recent tension, he took hold of her hand and led her into the washroom, and locked the door. Seconds later his trousers were round his ankles, Helen's skirt thrown up, her tights and cami-knickers ripped out of the way as he roughly took her and his manhood plunged deep into her. Helen revelled in the attention, she practically climaxed as soon as he entered, this had never happened before, she clung to him as he plunged once more furiously into her. Digging her nails into the nape of his neck, running her fingers up his jacket, muscle, muscle and more solid muscle, this was no office worker no matter what his clothes said, she moved her fingers onto his back then raking him urging the thrusts not to stop. This was her Celtic warrior, her very own Celtic warrior, aroused and needing to be slated after the battle, she climaxed then gripped his manhood with her inner muscles, she had to show him that he would only ever need her and no one else, she squeezed, and squeezed him again, Helen was finally rewarded by feeling his ejaculation deep, deep inside her, she felt drowsy and content. Ian helped her back to their seats. She held his hand and snuggled up against him, mine she thought, all mine. Ian's arm slipped round her and he gave her a little hug and a kiss on the forehead. Just then Tamara rolled up.

“Hi Ian, who's your friend? Aren't you going to introduce me?” Helen took a firmer grip on Ian's arm and glowered at the very formally dressed elegant competition. Tamara smiled back holding out her hand, “Hi, I'm Tamara if even old strong silent there isn't introducing us.” “Hi Tamara this is, I'm sorry we never were introduced were we”. “Helen Chambers” “Helen Chambers meet Ian Moseley, bachelor of this parish, Ian Moseley meet Helen Chambers and unless I'm very much mistaken spinster of this parish, you may have something to talk about.” Both Ian and Helen blushed once. “Actually he's my minder, and he's just rescued me from a fate worth than death so he's in my good books for once, even if I was supposed to be making this journey by myself, wasn't I”, she glowered. “A minder? What on earth is a minder”. “It’s a posh word for a baby sitter”. Muttered Ian through clenched teeth. “Oh never mind him what do you do apart from putting up with grumps there.”

Helen explained she was looking for work and an apartment somewhere out east, well no she would prefer to live in Vancouver, she really liked her old apartment looking out over the sea, but rents were so expensive and any way she was going to look hard this time and see if she couldn't get a job using her fine arts degree or her cordon blue cooking diploma. She'd always dreamt about cooking for a family with perhaps the occasional dinner party. Tamara pulled out her cell phone. “Your wish is my command, Hi Dad, I've just found a cordon bleu cook for you. When can she start, I think tomorrow, yes Ian is around, I'm sure he'd be more than happy to escort her home.” She put the phone away “That's that then. Oh by the way how much would you like? Dad said you could name your own salary.” She glanced at Ian “Ian, dad says if you don't bring her home safely you're dead, even if you did save his daughter's life today.” She turned back to Helen, “Dad paid for me to go through a cordon bleu course but now I've left home for school so he's having to exist on micro-waved gourmet dinners, and the freezer's only got two weeks supply because I was so busy before I came away so do please say you'll accept. If you don't mind sharing an apartment with old grumpy here he has the apartment over the garage, the living room looks out over the ocean and the rent”. “I'm sure we can work something out, about twice a day in lieu of rent, no need concern ourselves with sordid financial details”. Ian broke in, raising an eyebrow at Helen. “I'd hang out for half the rent myself” suggested Tamara “we don't charge him any. Besides which he's already half house trained, I suppose I'll have do my own hand washing of my own underwear now won't I?” she pouted. “Hush minx!” “Oh I love it when he does his strong act don't you? Ian prefers to wash mine when I'm still wearing them in the bath, he tells me that way they keep their shape better, then he dries me and them with a big fluffy towel and then finally with a hair dryer. When it’s dry I'm allowed to take them off so he can iron them for me. It’s really fun if I eat chocolate first, I always seem to get some on the front of my bra and panties no matter how small they are then Ian has to rub them very gently to remove the marks.” Helen looked enquiringly at a very red faced Ian. “He's very good, the time my biro leaked in my jean pocket I thought the ink would never come out but Ian valiantly kept caressing the front of my panties with a soapy finger for hours until every last bit was gone. Mind you I was just shattered by the time he'd finished if fact he had to carry me to bed and tuck me up I was just so exhausted, and tender for days afterwards”.

“I suppose it started when I checked to see if she'd washed behind her ears, then she wanted her back scrubbed, then she claimed that it was my duty to make sure she was clean all over so no germs infected her as her body guard.” “Well its true isn't it? Helen, a girl can never be too careful, besides it was fun coaxing old stuffy out of his shell. You know this is the first time I've ever seen him talking to a girl by himself or kissing one. I was sure he was queer, I used to put all sorts of little temptations in his way and he couldn't do a thing about it could you grumps. You know like come and fasten my bra hooks and help me with my stockings and garter belt those sort of things.”

“Little temptations is that what you call it? What about the biology class?” “Oh my god that. I never thought Miss Parkes would go through with it. It all started when she asked me:

“Tamara you haven't seen the condom practice model have you?”

“No Miss Parkes. Would you like to use Ian, my personal body guard, as a volunteer?” I asked innocently, you never know with Miss Parkes sometimes it doesn't sink in what you say. “I could ask him to come just in case the model doesn't turn up.” I offered.

“It's a bit irregular but I really think it’s an important part of the syllabus. Ask him to be here at 11 am? Tell him Miss Parkes and 10 Alpha have need of his warm body for an hour. I'll go and arrange visitor parking.”

“Right On!” Tamara had pulled out her cell phone. “Ian dearest darling Miss Parkes would like you to drop by the school about 10:55 for an hour? She's arranging visitor parking. Oh and Gilly and I want to go shopping at lunchtime so bring the Mercedes. Last time you brought the Firefly Gilly's new dresses got crushed in the back. Please? Pretty Please?” She purred.

Ian took up the tale: “When I arrived I was met by a rather pretty teacher in her late twenties who explained they had lost their demonstration model somewhere and would I mind stepping in. “Certainly no problem at all” I replied, “Glad to be of service.” “See I told you he wouldn't mind he's terribly broad minded” interjected my young minx. “Yes he is rather splendid. I take it Tamara has explained what's involved? I want each young lady to correctly apply a condom to your penis”. Seeing my glance backwards to the door she continued “Mr. Moseley are you or are you not suppose to protect your charge from harm?” I replied affirmative. “Well then you must realise that the threat from AIDS is very serious and unless these young ladies get a chance to learn about condoms in a controlled environment they may well be at risk to their lives.”

And that is how I came to be lying on the bench stark naked in front of 35 young ladies from the very best families.

Miss Parkes introduced me and after asking Tamara to lock the door said since they had lost the normal model I'd very kindly offered to volunteer.

“Now girls the first thing to notice is that Mr. Moseley is not yet in a state of arousal. Bring your chairs out and let's have a nice half circle at the front so he can fully appreciate your charms and see just how beautiful and alluring you all are. Remember what we learnt last week the most potent aphrodisiac is a partner who is aroused. We'll start by offering a bit of encouragement, I want you all to caress your breasts paying special attention to your nipples, let's see them standing erect. If you are wearing a padded bra or one that is a little stiff I'd like you to slip it off then put your blouse back on. Remember it’s better to tantalise than be naked. Those wearing stockings ruck your skirts up so your skirts are just above the stocking tops, hold your hands together modestly now move your elbows back and widen your legs at the same time so it looks accidental, beautifully done Samantha. Those with tights just show lots of leg, but with enough hidden so they can't be certain you aren't wearing stockings, and those with neither a flash of panty or G-string would be quite appropriate.” I closed my eyes as I heard some two dozen blouses being taken off. “Vanessa my hooks are stuck could you help?” “Oh I do like the lace”, “Is that from Janet Reger's collection”, “No, Frederick’s end of season sale actually”, “I'm sure that isn't school uniform colours”, “Please Miss if I just lower the lace a bit so the nipples are visible over the top”. “Please Miss is it appropriate to pull the g-string to one side and slip a finger in?” “Well done Gwenth, that's exactly right for a presentation, pulling your g-string to one side, looking back over your shoulder and the finger poking through your legs, I could almost eat you myself, Caroline if you are going to do the two girl hands on each other's crotch try a passionate kiss to go with it dear, something to really heat the blood and emphasis those lovely lips of yours.” I opened my eyes to look at least a dozen pairs of stocking clad legs, a collection of panties of every colour under the rainbow, that seem to include everything from cotton printed with teddy bears, through satin, lace, and ones with ribbon bows on the front.

“Mr. Moseley to get us all in the mood I think it might be best if you read to us from one of the Black Lace books, out loud, start page 83 second paragraph please”. I did as I was bid.

“As part of her research project Mary-Anne turned up for her first job with the party givers, her black dress had obviously been made to her exact measurements, if she didn't move it barely covered her boobs, and the spaghetti straps showed quite clearly there was no bra beneath, the front of the skirt was quite a respectable length for shorts, just reached the tops of her stockings, but left the garter straps peeping out. Perhaps if the dress had been made of something that didn't cling quite so revealingly? She looked at the back view, back less might have been more appropriate wording, seams straight, the skirt seemed a little uneven at the back, a bit shorter perhaps? She twirled round in front of the mirror to see what effect it would have, the skirt lifted nicely she moved to the air vent on the floor, the skirt was light enough to be lifted even by the slight breeze of air conditioned cool draft. Underneath two straps emulated a pair of crotch-less panties except they separated at the rear, holding her buttocks apart as she bent forward so her sex was totally exposed. From the front her black pubic hair framed by the two black satin straps looked an elaborate pair of panties with the lower half covered in fine lace. Kate came with a tape measure and knelt in behind her with her checklist. “Three and a half inch heels, good”. “Two red lipstick kisses on upper thigh, one on left buttock”. She leant across and gently left the red marks just below Mary-Anne's pubic hair. “One red lipstick kiss each breast”. She reapplied the red lipstick then kissed first the left breast. She scooped out the right nipple and left a kiss mark partially across the nipple but mostly on the breast above and tucked the nipple back. She knelt down once more “Smooched a long deep kiss on the lips, invading Mary-Anne's most private parts with her tongue, then smudged Mary-Anne's lipstick as she kissed her other lips passing some of the moisture into Mary-Anne's mouth, gently ruffled her hair slightly. “Now don't forget tits and arse so plenty of bending forward to show them off, keep count of the gropes for the special bonus, if you grope them that counts as well. Off you go, shoulders back, chest out, the perfect wanton waitress” as she ticked off the remaining items on the sheet.

Feeling very warm inside Mary-Anne carefully picked up the tray of party snacks, walked to the double doors, slipped inside and prepared to circulate. A hand slipped up the rear of her skirt as she entered the room, another hand explored the front of her thighs then the fingers brushed across her pubic hair....

“Now girls notice the deep pitch of the male voice, notice how he slowed down over certain passages that should give you a clue about what he finds arousing. Well done Gwyneth slipping your jacket and skirt off so you are dressed to reflect back to Mary-Anne is an excellent idea, now as a reward you may come up to Mr. Moseley and undress him. Good start off by standing behind him and leaning into him, that's right one breast either side of his neck. Remember the erogenous zones girls, the back of the neck and shoulders are very responsive so don't neglect them and go straight for the crotch. When you do manipulate the penis look at the diagram on the wall and remember the three most sensitive parts. One button at a time, Gwyneth, count silently to ten before starting on the next. Lots of strokes and gentle exploring fingers, round to the front now help him out of the chair, unbuckle his belt, hold both ends and draw him up out of the chair so you can drop those trousers, step him out of those clothes, lead him to the bench and lay him down. Well done. Now watch carefully as I take the unopened condom packet and cut the end off with nail scissors. See how I lightly brush the hairs under the testicles to make quite sure the penis is erect then unroll the condom down over the penis, pause at the base on the sides to give a little squeeze. Finally just to reassure yourself that Mr. Moseley can feel you through the condom, just lower your head like this and gently run your tongue over the tip of his penis. Mr. Moseley could you indicate verbally just so we know you can feel the tongue. Finally girls remember we are sharing so there are others to follow try not to send Mr. Moseley over the edge to ejaculate but anything you can do to keep him on the edge is quite permissible.”

Teacher's lips lowered and I groaned at the appropriate times. The most difficult to cope with where those long haired school girls who wore their hair loose, especially as their hair brushed my upper thighs and chest lightly. Cynthia, I recall as having long dark brown hair, it took her five attempts to get a condom on to Miss Parkes high standard, though from the speed the last one flew on I'm sure she'd practised many times before. Finally they were through, nearly six dozen condoms had been applied, thirty five tongues had lightly brushed my most sensitive penis parts, thirty five young ladies had brushed against me and stroked me in an effort to keep me on the edge but Miss Parkes seemed to have eagle eyes and never once let me let me go over. “Mr. Moseley please control yourself, this is not for your pleasure but for the girls instruction.” Finally Miss Parkes weighed out a condom and slipped it on. “Now girls by weighing an empty condom and letting Mr. Moseley ejaculate into it we can see just how much sperm and ejaculate comes out.” She slipped out of her outer garments and approached in a very sheer lacy teddy with stockings. “Now girls it must be very difficult for Mr. Moseley to perform in these circumstances so let's give him a little help. Cynthia Mr. Moseley seemed to have a very strong reaction to you why don't you nibble the toes on his left foot. Let your hair brush against his legs, Alison could you take the right foot and do the same? Tamara hold his hand and gently give it lots of strokes and caresses, Millicent perhaps you can hold the other one, just hold the sensor against his fingertip. Stephanie do you want to stroke his cheeks and run your fingers through his hair?”. She knelt astride me and I heard the teddy's Velcro crotch fastening tear apart. She looked me directly in the eye and slipped two fingers inside and with her other hand guided my penis towards her labia. “I wouldn't like it said I'd ever raped any one so Mr. Moseley would you mind terribly if I used your penis?”.

At that point I could hardly think straight, “Please be my guest” I gasped. She unrolled another condom over my penis. “Now girls I wanted you to just lick the end of the condom so there was no risk of you passing any unwanted STDs through class. When you settle down with your special someone it can be rather fun to put on some bright red lipstick like this one of the none-kiss proof ones, and take the penis completely into your mouth, then work your lips leaving a red ring at the base like this. It’s also a practically foolproof way to find out if he's seeing some else. Now I'll just do it for a moment or two since we would like to use Mr. Moseley in a few seconds to demonstrate something else”.

Miss Parkes descended keeping up a verbal commentary for the girls’ sake all the time. “I can feel it between my legs, pushing a little too much towards my anus, let’s just guide it back towards the right hole. Notice girls how in this position you have much greater control. Notice how his hips are arcing up towards me, Melissa dear run your finger nails over the scrotum sacs. By now there should be so much sensation that we can apply some slight pain to enhance Mr. Moseley's ejaculation, so rake your nails along his skin, especially the buttocks, it’s just like spurring your pony on to greater effort. Notice the thrusting movements have slowed a little, now I'll squeeze down with my inner muscles can you feel the squeezing Mr. Moseley?”, squeezed I felt like I was being milked, Melissa's nails spurred me on, I just nodded and collapsed. “A quick weigh of the used condom and we can get a very good idea of just why it is so much easier for a man to pass the HIV virus to a woman than the other way round. If you look at Mr. Moseley now he seems to have collapsed. Now for those of you who get involved with older lovers this is something to beware of. Sexual intercourse does put a lot of stress on the heart, and it’s not uncommon for the more elderly gentlemen to have a heart attack at this point. Try taking them dancing once or twice first to get a feel for just how much stamina they have, if you have a maid available they can quite often prove invaluable by monitoring the pulse rate just as Millicent has been doing here, up to around 160 is fairly safe.

Did you look at the overhead projection to see the blood pressure levels rising and the pulse rate as well as Mr. Moseley became more aroused? Your textbooks have the safe working ranges based on age and BMI or Body Mass Index in the appendix. Of course if you've married the sugar daddy of your dreams a gossamer thin night dress is a much more civilised way of ending a marriage than a divorce, quicker, simpler and much less painful for your husband as well. Just add on 50% to the safe working ranges. Now finally hug your partner whilst they recover, it’s totally appropriate to whisper sweet nothings at this point or even ask them which photographer you should use for the wedding. Note the indirect proposal of marriage here whilst their guard is down. Now girls its lunch time so readjust your clothing please and off you go.”

“Thank Mr. Moseley for your kind assistance, would you like to come back next week for 11 A? I noticed you managed to keep your erection for forty three minutes, I'm sure we can improve on that if you'd like some private lessons, perhaps a cock ring, or I have a small select selection of riding crops”. I must confess I declined and did my best never to set foot in Tamara's school again.

“It sounds as if you have had a terrible life trying to keep her out of trouble” Helen giggled. “Anyway you've got me to look after you now, and Tamara's off to University?” “Yes I supposed we'd better turn back, I suspect the police are still looking for four teenage girls and a Glasgow football supporter so if we split up we'll all be safer”. “Do you really think they'll look for us?” “Well if Julie hadn't been wearing stiletto heels when she kicked out we might have been safe but I strongly suspect their survival chances aren't good and I wasn't in too much of a rush to be gentle myself, mind you best not say anything to Julie” said Ian.

As they were coming into Ottawa Tamara's cell rang. Christine, her father's PA, wondered if she was free for dinner that evening? Tamara explained not only were they seven hours late but there were four of them unlikely to find anywhere to sleep that night. Oh that's no problem I'll just tell your dad that you're a day late and you can have my room at the Westin, it’s got two double beds. “Oh and don't worry about me, just don't mention to your dad where you are sleeping tonight OK.” “OK”. “For breakfast I recommend the Art Gallery, the washrooms are really good, breakfast is a quarter the price of the Westin and the views across the river are spectacular. Besides your dad and I won’t bump into you over breakfast.” “Ok.”

“So?”. “So we have a room at the Westin tonight”. “Like for free?”. “For free”. “Oh-my-god”. “Like cool, why can't I have phone calls like that?”

Christine wanted to see the Picassos exhibition at the National Gallery, the CRTC meetings that she was attended with her boss seemed to drag on forever. Besides which she just had to make a push to get a permanent job, being Teddie's P.A. Was OK but you would have thought after two years she wouldn't still be a temp. She'd just have to become indispensable or blackmail him. Now which would be more fun? For dinner that night she wore a long slinky dress, the low neckline emphasised her charms, especially with the pendant necklace that dangled between her breasts. She tried the dress on with both an underskirt and without, she felt that tonight the suspender bumps felt more obvious without her underskirt.

Christine suggested perhaps a cup of coffee in Teddie's room would be acceptable, it was rather smoky in the bar and she rather thought three glasses of champagne was quite enough for one evening. She looked through the TV films on the hotel's pay per view. Had Teddy seen the Three Sisters? Cosmopolitan had a very good write up about it. It was on the adult channel well they were adults weren't they? Besides she'd never seen an adult film, not with a really handsome man. Mind you it was a bit chilly in her dress did Teddy mind if she just slipped into something more comfortable. “No don't get your hopes up, it’s a big fleecy long dressing gown I'd had since University when we used to watch the late night movie, all girls together”. She slipped through the interconnecting door finger to her lips to the girls on the other side, quickly she kicked off her heels, let the dress pool at her feet stepped out and slipped out of her underwear. Lacy bra, matching g-string and her garter belt with stockings, they weren't built for comfort that was for sure. The sheer baby doll would be perfect, especially with the high necked dressing gown that practically covered her toes over the top. She slipped back into Teddy's room and sat unthreateningly on the bed besides him, come on the movies about to start, doesn't she play the piano beautifully, come and snuggle down the bed with me for warmth.

After exploring round the campus and finding out just how short accommodation was the girls trooped back to Christine’s room in the Westin.

Tamara was feeling distinctly put out. The way things were going she’d actually have to ask daddy to buy her an apartment and she really did want to be a bit independent. All her dress allowance she’d saved when Ian had pointed out that other people didn’t just wear things two or three times then put them in a Sally Army blue bag had been quite amazing, even after she had brought Ian a fancy front loading washing machine and tumble dryer for his apartment. Thrifty Ian had pointed out jeans and dresses could be worn again and even washed them for her, mind you having him come with her when she went shopping and inspecting the labels to see if there were washing instructions was different. These days she took delight in buying the occasional wash by hand garment just for the scowl on his face. However it wouldn’t be enough to pay her rent for four years at the prices being quoted.

“I can't possibly afford that much, haven't you got any farmers or anything I could look after their cows in return for accommodation”. Julie was looking through the list of available accommodation. Ideas of a shared apartment were shattered by what was available and what it cost, even Tamara thought the prices were high. “I could ask daddy nicely to buy me one, he did offer, but I'd rather be independent.” Tamara was looking through the student newspaper and turned up “Cat sitter wanted, no experience required, cat will train, must be non smoker and not allergic to cat, dress code knee length skirts to be worn on occasion, live in, and there's another for an Assistant Cat sitter wanted, dress code knee length skirts to be worn on occasion, live in same phone number. It can't be for real no one has a live in cat sitter do they?” “Julie do you know anything about cats?” “Well sort of I guess I mean to say it can’t be that hard opening a tin of cat food every day. Mind you it talks about a dress code of knee length skirt to be worn from time to time. Bit old fashioned if you ask me, you know I don’t even think I brought any with me.” Julie thought about it, looked at the price of apartments once more, turned to Tamara “What the hell call the number”.

Christine wondered in. “Skirt, no problem at all. I’m just off to get a coffee anyone want one?” Then she wandered off.

“Right five cafés aux lait.” “Skirt, here you are, soft black leather, buttons up the front. Knee length? Oh well it’s the best I’ve got I’m afraid. I mean to say it’s not that short even on Julie its only seven inches above the knee. Try it on. If not we can always go down to the Rideau Centre downstairs.”

“Martin River”, “I understand you're looking for a cat sitter?” “Only if you can live in, I have to travel sometimes and Minou isn't very good when left by herself.” “Why the knee length skirt dress code?”, “Minou likes to curl up on laps, she prefers skirts, rather than trousers, look its quite above board, why not drop by and meet Minou and we can see if she likes you or not, I'm afraid she's a bit fussy sometimes, rejected three applications already.” “OK”. “Do you have transport? Two students together, No problem I'll get Isaac to pick you up, in front of the university OK? Stay there, I'll go 3 way and you can describe where you are ...Isaac good afternoon.” “Hi Isaac do me a favour could you pick up a couple of young ladies at the university for me, and put it on my account? When now? Let me guess one tall long legged blonde, a shorter brunette?” “How did you guess, I'm Tamara the tall blonde, wearing a yellow jacket, and there are three brunettes with bags just waiting for you” “Apologies ladies, Martin next time you three way let me know, I'll be with you in ten minutes, the cabs a Cadillac with a Caddy Cab sign on the top.”

Ten minutes to the second a Cadillac rolled to a halt, the driver who was wearing a jacket and tie, stepped out of the cab and walked round to open the rear door “Tamara? In you get, I'll put the bags in the back, do you know Martin well?” “No I was hoping you could tell me a bit about him?” “Not much to tell, regular customer for about four years, wife died last week I think it was, hit by a car on a pedestrian crossing, Martin seems to have taken it hard”. Isaac looked forward out of the window and spoke “Isaac here, good afternoon”, “Noon flight so say 11:15 Friday?” “It isn't a hearing aid is it?” It’s a hands free cell with throat mike.” “Isaac why are you the first respectable looking cab driver I've ever seen and why is this cab spotless?” “You hadn’t met me before and I like to keep it clean. For the rest it started in the taxi company strike, I used to work Montreal, then moved to Ottawa less traffic. For fourteen years I've been driving cab in Ottawa I already had a few regular customers so I decided strike out with a few others, we save $400 a month for the dispatcher, most of our work is regular clients, airport runs and such so we get more work at the higher end of the market than the normal cabs, if a customer doesn't work out I'm just terribly sorry but no one is available when they call, if I'm busy for a regular client then I get one of the others to take them or sometimes pass the call onto one of the more reliable drivers working for Capital or Blue Line. You build a relationship with the clients, and they seem to like the idea they are calling me direct on the cell number if I say four minutes I'm there in four minutes”. “Hi Christine, I've found this really nice cab driver who knows Montreal, take Isaac’s phone number down”. Tamara put her hand over the mouthpiece of the cell, “Isaac you free Thursday to go to Montreal?” Isaac nodded, “Caddy Cab at the Westin at 6:30 am returning around noon,” she scribbled Christine's cell number on the back of Isaac’s card “here's Christine's cell number in case of changes”.

The Cadillac turned into a driveway, “This is it ladies enjoy your time in Ottawa.”

A rather depressed looking middle aged man well he looked at least 30 answered their ring, “Hi, come in sit down I'll see if I can find Minou, have you ever been interviewed by a cat before? Have a look round whilst she deigns to hold her inspection.”

Tamara followed Julie upstairs, there were three bedrooms, one had a sewing machine, in the other a double bed, Tamara opened the wardrobe to find shelves and shelves of material, Julie opened a bottom drawer, patterns, patterns and more patterns, “Looks like Mrs. Rivers liked to sew, Hum, I might be able to adapt this body and those sleeves”, Tamara drifted off into the next room, it was lined with books, upon books, the complete set of Terry Pratchett, was there a complete set of Anne McCaffrey, she'd written so many books with so many people Tamara couldn't quite recall all her books. Georgette Heyer, the writer who had practically invented the Regency romance book, she'd just read the first page... Ashma had been glancing at the CD case beyond Martin, five shelves of fifty CDs each, all classical, not bad, Martin followed her glance, “There's more in the cupboards, and another couple of cases around the corner, I'm not quite sure what's in them. More of my wife's interests I'm afraid.”

Charlotte had walked across to the dining room, looking in the display cabinets were at least three patterns of exquisite china, she recognised one as being a Wedgwood pattern. She called back “May I?” as she opened the cupboard doors and peered in? It looked as if there were at least a dozen place settings of each. Crystal wine glasses where packed tightly onto the top shelf. She carefully closed the doors and drifted into the kitchen, the only plates to be seen on the drying rack were china, the pans were all stainless steel with copper bases, the range, gas. Serious stuff, but just think what you could prepare.

Minou wondered in through the cat flap, walked slowly across to Martin's lap and curled up and went to sleep. Ashma looked at Julie, “Do something, I like it here” she mouthed. Julie thought then walked to the fridge, raided the cheese dish and rolled a small lump of cheese across the floor, whilst it was still moving a black streak shot across the room snatched it up then rubbed against Julie's legs purring loudly. “I do believe you've passed Minou's interview” Tamara announced, Martin nodded in agreement.

The door bell rang, Tamara got up and answered it, “Hi is Martin about”, and a brassy blonde rouged cheeks and bright red lips tottered in on bright red five inch heels, and at Martin's nod she wiggled herself onto Tamara's chair opposite Martin. “Hi, I'm Joanne, your neighbour Natasha's sister-in-law, I heard about your little tragedy and wondered if you'd like to come over for dinner to Natasha's on Thursday night. I hadn't realised you had daughters, Oh just students are they looking for somewhere to live, we won't bother ourselves with them then.” Joanne did a little wiggle on her chair, her blouse seemed to fall open by another two buttons, her skirt rose five inches and her thighs parted, Julie caught sight of her panty's washing instructions through the lacy thin material, Joanne opened her bag and brought forth a packet of long slim cigarettes. Tamara bristled, just at that moment Minou raised her head from searching for cheese, and dashed across the room leaping up unto Joanne's lap as if she was a long lost friend who hadn't been seen in years, she purred loudly, turned round, her paws started a kneading action on Joanne's new tights, her tail swished under Joanne's nose, Joanne started to sneeze, “My god it’s still got its claws!” she gasped, then sneezed again, her eyes watered she dashed for the front door.

“Perhaps I should have specified thick knee-length skirts in the dress code, Julie I think someone deserves a tin of salmon from the cupboard” Martin murmured. Julie felt a strong protective urge towards Minou.

“I really don't think I can afford four cat sitters, even though Minou would like them, but for the next day or two if you don't mind sleeping on the coach I've no objection to you sleeping here.” Julie moved her bags up to the sewing room, Tamara offered to take the coach, Charlotte and Ashma moved their bags up to the guest room. Ashma unrolled her sleeping bag out on the floor; Charlotte looked at Ashma and offered to share the double bed.

The following day after the others had left to go apartment hunting once more Tamara called Christine she wanted to pick her brains.

“Tamara, dearest one, that was the nicest thing anyone's asked me for years? Everyone else seems after my body. Now my sweet how can Daddy's secretary help?” Tamara explained that the house seemed fine and she honestly thought that the four girls would be very comfortable, but that Mr. Rivers that is Martin didn't think he could afford them all. Christine looked thoughtful. “Well let's have a look then”. She wandered across to a green leather inlaid desk that was covered in letters, bills and bank statements. “These bank statements seem to suggest he has just paid off his mortgage, this looks interesting”. She picked up two or three unopened airmail letters and held them up to the light, “Put the kettle on the gas range”. Four minutes later they were reading two solicitor’s letters the first addressed to his wife enclosed a cheque for 487,000 pounds sterling being the final settlement of his wife's mothers estate, the second being from a London lawyer saying they were sorry to inform him that his parents had been killed in a car crash and that the initial review of his parents estate indicated a value of between 250,000 and 300,000 thousand pounds of which he was sole beneficiary. There would of course be the usual two year delay before funds could be released but they looked to him for instructions on what to do with the property in the interim, would they like them to arrange a short term lease? They looked at each other “I think your Mr. rivers is worth about $1,000,000 plus he has paid off his mortgage, on the interest alone he could afford you all easily and pay your fees for the next four years. I think you'd better tell me all you know and everything that's happened so far.” Julie recounted the tale including Isaac’s the cab drivers mention of Martin losing his wife last week. When she mentioned Joanne, Christine raised her eyebrows, “Knowing what we now know I'm almost tempted to make a play myself. Amanda I think, let's arrange a medical for him”.

“Amanda dearest, is it really three years since we last spoke? Well I've two tickets for tomorrow night at the NAC opera house centre stalls I think and I simply can't make it. You might be able to take them off my hands how simply marvellous. Oh you remember you are always looking for subjects for your ophthalmic optics students well I've got a little group of five for you, tomorrow morning at 9 am not a problem. One's middle aged male I'd like him analysed and checked over medically you know the sort of thing he's thinking of getting a new mistress and she'd just wants to ensure he's not HIV or hepatitis etc. Or likely to be too violent, discreetly of course, the others are four female first year students, as long as they aren't little old ladies they’re perfect, how sweet of you. You're an Angel.” She hung up the phone. “Now all we have to do is find a ticket tout for those tickets I can't possibly use”.

On the following morning Julie asked Martin if he would mind having his eyes tested by the students in the ophthalmic optics department. Martin nodded and Julie called into his office, Mr. Rivers was going to have a check up and would be in a little late this morning. Julie guided him to the bus and sat beside him holding his hand. Poor man if what Tamara had told them last night he was practically alone in the world. At the University Amanda met them, they weren't quite set up yet but they liked to get a background on their examination subjects would Mr. Rivers step this way whilst they just gave him a few routine tests. Julie held his hand and lead the way to the treadmill; she stayed with him smiling reassuringly at his slightly bewildered expression. They slipped a face mask on and asked him to start running, they weighed him, they examined him, they took blood and urine samples, gave him personality questionnaires. Eventually Julie, Charlotte, Ashma and Martin were sitting in a waiting room drinking coffee. Julie had a thought, married no children, a fertility test perhaps? She whispered in Charlotte's ear. “Ashma” Charlotte asked, “Have you thought about which colour you'd like your evening dress made up in?” Ashma looked blank, Julie guided her to the window and draped three swatches of fabric over her shoulder. “I can't see I'm too close, Martin be a sweetheart come and hold the material up to her face. Perhaps if you stand behind her hold it over her shoulder and drape it down. No, Yes, No, I'm not sure, the patterns quite low cut so if you could unbutton her two top buttons, yes that's sort of it, now could you just heft her up fronts up a little, hold them there. Ashma your skin tone is changing its getting a deeper shade, let's try the other one shall we. This time take that scrap of lace off, Martin could you just unhook her at the back and slide the straps off. Ashma, Martin has seen this all before you know even if they weren't yours. Now hold the fabric just so, heft her up fronts up a bit, nibble her ear that's it just the skin colour I was after, gently roll her nipples between your fingers, good, I'm trying to see if the nipples will show too much through the material. Keep her colour high for me, I think she said she adores her neck nuzzled as well as feeling her ears nibbled. Now Julie do you think the dark blue or the turquoise? The dark blue it is then. Thank you so much Martin”. Julie looked at Martin's bulge “Oh you poor man that must be uncomfortable for you, here let me caress it better for you”. Quickly she finished Martin off and gathered a sample up in a sample bottle then dried him with a tissue. She slipped the bottle quietly to Amanda.

Christine, Tamara, Julie, Ashma, Charlotte gathered together at lunchtime over cream cakes and tea. “So it sounds to me as if you have poor Martin in a state of shock so he's not really up to making any decisions anyway so it would be a kindness to make some for him. Ashma I recollect wants to work her way through his music collection, Julie you rather fancy playing with the sewing machine and all the patterns and fabrics you've found, Charlotte is quite in love with the kitchen and china. Tamara I think you just want to work your way through two dozen six foot bookcases just in case there a few authors you haven't come across yet. Now has anyone seen any other apartments they like at a price they can afford? No, well how would the four of you fit in? Julie I know has taken over the sewing room that only leaves the bed in the spare room.” “Ashma and I are quite comfortable there thank you.” “So it sounds like all you have to do is draw straws to find out who keeps young Martin occupied and away from Joanne and others. “I'm not sure I could have sex with a man after meeting Charlotte” “Tamara didn't you say you wanted someone intelligent, who would be committed to you for four years and been doctored? We know his sperm count is zero, he's disease free what more can you ask for?” “Oh-my-god but I couldn't. You can't ask it of me, Guys Oh-my-god he's old enough to be my father, I mean it wouldn't be right, even if he is dishy, I really couldn't. Guys, stop looking at me like that, no really I couldn't besides I never done this before” Christine looked across the room “So? If he's anything like your father he's got a good few miles left in him yet. At least you know he's not after you for your money” “How am I going to do it. I can't just walk up to him and say I'll swop my body for your house for four years now can I? It makes me sound so mercenary? Couldn't you do it for me Christine?” “You'll just have to seduce him, mind you I think you could work as a team from what you were saying you and Charlotte can work very effectively together.

He's in his forties you think, so what was fashionable 30 years ago? Miniskirts where just coming in, I think stockings were still worn, ponytail? Panties were worn low on the hips. Tight jumpers but only if you have the figure for them and I don't really think any of you are heavily endowed. Now men have other weaknesses than sex. I noticed some trousers that had been pinned up but not shortened in the sewing room Julie could you finish those off? My mother used to say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach. Charlotte think you can do something in that direction? Now then slip out of those jeans Tamara let's have a look at your legs, and the panties, pity about the blonde pubic hair, brunettes can really raise an interest with the right sort of lace still you can wear something practically transparent without looking too risqué. First as a gentle warm up Charlotte does her curl up on his lap act, something slinky that he can run his fingers over, garter belt with suspenders so he can feel them through the material. Hands on thighs to stop you slipping off at first then if we use a button up the front, see if you can coax him inside the dress. Your fingers feel cold why not put them here to warm up is an oldie but goodie, double act with Ashma, Ashma says seeing Martin's hands on your body isn't quite the thing, you reply by moving his hands inside the dress so it doesn't offend her sensibilities. Get the idea? Basically your aim is just too warm him up.

Tamara I think a short flirty skirt the type that you can pull down at the front so it nearly covers your knees when you sit down, stockings under that at a height that show a bit of stocking top whenever you move. With a flared skirt you should be able to turn your legs sideways and give him an accidental look at stockings and a good six inches of leg above. Don't overlook the lifting your skirt to pull it down, we'll practice that one so he gets a really good look at your legs, can we find a reason to go upstairs, you'd better be directly in front of him so he gets the full effect.” “I've still got my modified school uniform that I used on Ian.” “Sounds just the thing, Charlotte you mentioned working your way through three hundred and one basic sex positions perhaps it might be best if you and Tamara coaxed Martin upstairs to talk about the beds or some such then you'll have to help Tamara since she's never done it before. Tamara I'm almost ashamed of you eighteen and still a virgin, I thought the American average was twelve these days? I think you have to start by saying that you, Tamara have done the maths and are confident if he lets you sort out the household bills he can afford you all without going into his capital. Then I think you look for your four year commitment and screw him”.

“Hi Martin how was your day? Do you like my skirt?” Tamara twirled letting her skirt lift slightly as she did so giving just a hint of stocking top. “Come on Martin come and sit down.” Charlotte led him to the large armchair and curled up in his lap. Julie entered from the kitchen carrying a tray of teacups, a coffee pot a teapot and a cream jug. “Tea or Coffee sir?” “Tea please.” Ashma followed carrying a second tray. “Anyone want to try my baking? There's scones with jam and cream or slices of a sponge chocolate cake.” Martin tried a scone, perfect, just like mother used to make. What a terrible expression. His mother had never managed to bake anything in her life, Aunt Martha maybe but not his mother. Yes even better than Aunt Martha. Wait a minute no one these days bothered with home baking, unless they were selling a house, the dreaded fresh bread smell. These days it was always something from the baker's section at the supermarket. Something was going on. He looked up. “Do I get the impression something is going on that I don't yet know about?” Julie put the tray down and passed him a tea. “Surely you won't accuse us of scheming now would you? Oh by the way when you go upstairs could you try on the trousers I hemmed for you that I found in the sewing room?” Martin looked puzzled. Charlotte smiled up at him. “There's braised steak for tea with steamed vegetables should be ready in forty minutes. I hope you like it.” She took his hand and guided it to her thigh. “That feels steadier I thought I might fall off for a moment.” Martin wondered if they had slipped something in his tea or if he was simply dreaming. His hand seemed to be resting on a strap. A garter belt, god he hadn't seen anyone wear something like that since Jenny. He remembered stroking Jenny's leg twenty years ago now? Feeling his thumb slide up her leg, above her stocking top, then fingers slipped in her panties where the garter belt held them off her skin. This couldn't be real. If he was dreaming he should be able to have Tamara sit down in the chair opposite and cross her legs showing lots of leg and even a glimpse of thigh above her stockings. Tamara crossed the room and sat down in the chair opposite. She crossed her legs and pulled the skirt down at the front so it was more respectable. However from the side her skirt didn't cover her white stockings at all.

Martin felt himself stirring. Well if it was a dream why not relax and enjoy it. Memories came back, hand on thigh, if accepted undo a button or two then move to breast. He ran his hand down Charlotte's dress undoing the buttons with one hand as he brushed his fingers across them. Still hadn't lost his touch. Then he slid his hand in over Charlotte's breast, small just a soft comfortable hand size with a firm nipple that slid between his fingers. Charlotte exchanged glances with Tamara; this was going much better than expected. Charlotte turned her head a little and nibbled Martin's ear lobe. Tamara stood up and offered her hand out to Martin. She led him towards the stairs then dropped his hand and walked up the stairs in front of him. He had a mental flash back to a trip he'd taken to London in his youth, of a girl in a short summer dress getting on the bus in front of him and climbing the spiral stairs to the upper deck. High heels, seamed stockings, a blue suspender belt and blue panties covering her bottom as she wiggled her butt up the stairs, and she'd looked back over her shoulder and given him an extra wiggle and a wink. He'd been quietly campaigning for double-decker buses to no avail in North America ever since. This dream was bringing back lots of favourite memories. Who said you couldn't live in the past? She'd been with her boyfriend and he'd been ushered up the stairs in front of her. Apparently a young American tourist climbing the stairs behind her didn't count.

He looked up. The thought “Heavens above” came to him. Tamara's white seamed stockings seem to invite him, her white garter belt flashed in front of his eyes as he followed her wiggling bottom up the stairs. The occasional glimpse of white thong made him slow down to get a better angle to look up at. He followed her into his bedroom.

Charlotte spoke “Now here's the deal.” He looked back to Charlotte. “Here we have a beautiful virgin dressed in all white.” She motioned to Tamara who was stepping out of her skirt leaving only her white silk blouse, white stockings and white underwear. Martin thought to himself now I know it’s a dream, for heaven's sakes a North American female virgin over the age of thirteen. They just don't exist. “For the next four years she is going to share your bed. The rest of us will sleep elsewhere in the house. I worked out all the money side of things and I'm certain you can afford us it’s just a question of if you want to.” Tamara gave a little wiggle and shrugged off her blouse. Martin could see her breasts supported by the micro fibre bra, her nipples protruding. She bowed her head and clasped her hands in front of her. “Would you like to take my virginity now Oh Lord and Master? All you have to do is agree.” The girls all held their breath. He must accept surely. The room was absolutely quiet. Martin was well aroused. It was only a dream after all. “How can I refuse you anything? Of course I agree.” A collective sigh of relief went up.

Charlotte strolled over to the bed and undid the remaining buttons on her dress. She stepped out of her briefs. “First I want to just make sure you are well lubricated. We want Tamara's first time to be pleasurable don't we?” She positioned Martin on the bed and undid his slacks and slid them off. Then she eased his shirt off as well. She tossed aside his briefs and straddled him. She took his penis in her hand and just rubbed it across her slit until it slipped inside. Then she lowered herself, wiggled, then raised herself. She repeated the action three times then stepped off. Martin's penis glistened with her juices. Tamara climbed onto the bed and took up Charlotte's position. She took his penis in hand then rubbed it not quite as skilfully against her slit. Martin turned to Charlotte, “I thought I was dreaming but I'm not am I?” Tamara paused. “No you’re not dreaming why makes you think you weren't?” “I'd never have thought about having you providing the lubrication I'd rush straight into my virgin.” “So does this mean we're still on?” Tamara waited for his reply. Martin suddenly showed signs of life and rolled over. Tamara was flat on the bed with Martin posed with his penis up against her slit. “Oh I think I can restrict myself to you four young ladies for the next four years starting now of course.” He thrust slowly into Tamara paused eased out then plunged in once more. Each plunge took him deeper into her warm body. Ashma decided to get involved and raked her fingernails down his back to spur him on. Charlotte, who was lying on the bed besides him learned over, guided his free hand so his thumb was against her clitoris and a finger inserted inside her. Julie had been standing in the doorway not knowing quite what to do watching Martin’s bottom thrust back and forth. She felt he should put a bit more effort into it. Then inspiration arrived. She slipped quietly out of the room back to her own and quickly stripped off her clothes. She dug in her bag and brought out a sheer pink baby doll that had fluffy bits to cover her breasts and at the hem. She stepped into the matching sheer thong lifted the rest over her head so the spaghetti straps rested on her shoulders. She stepped into the bathroom and checked herself. Just as Kate had told her when she had tucked the tiny garment in her bag as Julie had left, delectable, she certainly had nothing to be ashamed of, time to let Martin’s eyes feast on her form. If they were going to blow his mind they might just as well go the whole way. Just as she left she dipped her middle finger in a tub of Vaseline that she had spied sitting on the side and came back into the bedroom. She fondled Martin’s butt then sneaked her finger in up hard against his sphincter.

“Martin?” The cry came down the stairs to where Martin had just come in through the front door. “Yes.” He called back. “Martin, could you come and put some batteries in for me, my sister sent me a present to celebrate her new job but I don’t seem to be able to put the batteries in.” He took his jacket off and climbed the stairs to Ashma’s room. Ashma was sat curled up on the bed in jeans and tee shirt surrounded by wrapping paper, boxes and batteries. “Hi, I borrowed your screwdrivers and everything but I can’t see where to put them in. I’d normally ask Julie but she’s studying in the library tonight.” She passed over a remote control and a packet of batteries. “Are these the right ones?” Martin looked at them and picked up a screwdriver “They seem to fit, there that’s the cover back on now shall we try it out?” “Oh well we’ll need this other bit, and that needs batteries as well” Ashma blushed as she passed over the vibrator and another packet of batteries. Martin looked at Ashma. “Well when she wrote last time she asked if I had a boyfriend at the moment and I didn’t like to say no so I said I’d moved in with this guy called Martin. She’s always going on about all her boyfriends and how I spend too much time reading books and studying to get a man. Then she sent me this present so we could enjoy it together.” Martin inserted the batteries and twisted the end back on. He got up from the bed and looked as if he was about to return downstairs. “Wait, we could you know.” Ashma murmured shyly from the bed. Martin turned back. “Could what?” “Like what you said try it out.” “I thought vibrators were things you used in private.” “Not this one, I mean to say that the whole idea of the remote control isn’t it so you can share the experience. Anyway it’s not as if you hadn’t seen my body or anything. Come on, I’ll just take my clothes off and add a bit of lubricant on the end.” She sat up and pulled her tee-shirt off. Then she undid the buttons on her fly and slipped her jeans off. “So what do you think? Do you like my pale blue underwear? Come and put your arms round me and slide your hands across the front of my thong. I rather like the bow on the front, it’s just over my clit so when you run your fingers over my bow I get all sorts of nice sensations underneath. Would you like to unhook my bra? That’s nice, it’s different when you do it. I especially like the little kisses on my shoulder. Now slide my thong down and just caress me a little to warm me up. Its fun those nibbles on my neck seem to connect straight to my tummy, now if you could pick up my vibrator and just put a couple of drops of lubricant from the bottle on my bedside table on it. Turn it on the lowest setting with the remote and just hold it up against me. I think I like it when you hold things against me. Now then I’ll hold the vibrator in place for a moment, got the remote? Good now slowly turn it up. Too fast turn it down. I know put your tongue against me where you can feel the vibrations. A bit higher, bit more to the left. Just keep it there, Oh God, just keep it there, gently, gently with it, I’m very sensitive down there. Oh, God not so fast, that’s it.” Martin moved his tongue very slightly and felt her twitch, he gently moved his tongue up and down very gently feeling the vibrations coming from inside. He felt her hands reach down and press his head more firmly into her crotch and her back arc up so she was thrusting herself into his mouth. He felt her thighs tighten around his ears, as she stiffened then collapsed back on the bed. He shut off the remote control. “Not bad, not bad at all. I’ll have to ask you to assist me again sometime Martin. Thank you. I think I need to rest for a moment or two, do you think you could just cuddle me in your arms? That’s nice, I like being held afterwards and vibrators don’t do a very good job of holding you. Martin, battery inserter by appointment, did I mention there’s steamed potatoes ready in about 30 minutes and a casserole that’s programmed to finish in the microwave about the same time. After tea I’ll wash your hair for you in return.”

Some twenty minutes later Julie walked through the door. “What’s for tea?” “Oh well time to get up I suppose. Casserole it’s in the microwave just finishing off.” Martin, Ashma and Julie sat down to tea and afterwards Ashma got Martin to take his shirt off and arranged a towel so there were no drips before putting his head over the sink in the bathroom. Then she poured some warm water over his hair to get it damp. Julie looked on. Ashma took some shampoo in her hands and lathered up Martin’s head, taking special care to give him lots of rubs at the back of the head and the back of his neck. She worked her fingers into the scalp giving him a gentle massage. “I got taught this at the hair dressers down the road for a Saturday job. I had a sink round the back and I used to get really good tips from some of the men. The important part is to give lots of attention just here. If I rally fancied them or they were big tippers I used to brush their arm with my boobs like this. Or sometimes I’d grind my pubic bone against them or squeeze their thighs between mine like this. The pay was lousy though and in the end I gave it up. It did really terrible things to my hands besides which the hairdressers started complaining because I was getting bigger tips than they were. There now head back and I’ll rinse it off. Head a bit to the side, now the other. No stay there I haven’t put any conditioner on yet.” “Conditioner?” “It will help your hair stay more manageable trust me. Hey I could be a really good used car sales person with that line, do you think I have an honest face?” She pulled a face and put out her tongue in the mirror. “There we are all done.” “Hey I enjoyed that, perhaps Ashma by appointment hairdresser.”

The girls met up for lunch in the refectory, carrying their trays they looked round but there just wasn't an empty table in sight, one had only one gloomy looking student at it so they drifted across, “Is there room for four more here?” “Well Malcolm isn't going to suddenly arrive, I'm so sorry where are my manners I'm Dee, School of Architecture please sit down, I'm just in the dumps because of men and I can't find anywhere nice to live”. The girls all introduced themselves and then Julie asked “So who's Malcolm?” Dee explained she had a crush on Malcolm but he was a stupid civil engineer who wouldn't notice her and played bridge with his mates all evening. She had a fantasy about a candlelight dinner Malcolm in a Tuxedo being captivated by a wispy floaty evening gown. “Look there the bastard is, bridge again, another woman I could compete with but bridge. I summoned up all my courage and tried the-my-aunt-gave-me-these-two-tickets-to-a-play routine, he looked interested but his mates just said they needed him for a fourth and that was that. I haven't summoned up enough courage after that. I met his mother when she came up last weekend she looked sympathetic and gave me her number but she didn't have any ideas either.” “Fear not young Dee. Your fairy godmother Tamara will provide. A candlelight dinner for two, stand up, yes you look about the same size as Ashma, La Dress it is, Malcolm in a Tuxedo will be delivered to you on Thursday night, but you only have the house until midnight, Martin will be taking Ashma and myself to the NAC I think. When and where is his last lecture on Thursday? Pass his mother's number? “Mrs. Smythe, Hi I'm Tamara would you know Malcolm's collar size, chest size, waist size, inside leg and shoe size. I'm supposed to be ordering a dress shirt and Tuxedo for him for the end of term ball and I've lost the paper with his sizes on. Thank you so much, you'd love a photograph of him wearing anything but jeans and one of his escort no problem at all”.

Thursday arrived, the first elevator seemed packed and Malcolm was soon separated from his mates. The second elevator must have stopped on practically every floor whilst a female stepped in or out, and why anyone who managed to press three wrong floors was ever allowed out, strange he didn't think there was so many females in the engineering block. What now? Really if it’s too heavy for you to carry why on earth did you start out with it? “Yes certainly I'll give you hand to your car.” In the student union Tamara dressed in what Julie called her art student witches outfit, long black velvet skirt, with a gauzy black blouse covered by a black shawl, and long gloves without fingers just a loop over her thumbs, rang Isaac, “Remember engine running back door open in front of the student's union in fifteen minutes and at 18:45 on the dot, and don't fail me.” She put on a final dab of perfume and approached the bridge table where four hands where dealt out already.

“She picked one up and straightened the cards “You don't mind if I sit in for a hand do you?” She was sat with her back to the room, “One No Trump” she opened, and the shawl fell a little revealing a gauzy black bra underneath. Quickly she was in three no trumps. The first card was led from her left, dummy went down and her partner came to look at her cards, she patted the bench besides her. Their knees touched as she bent forward to play dummy. “What do you think?” she murmured so he drew closer and the full effect of her perfume hit him. Malcolm rolled up to the bridge table, he sat to one side, Julie arrived, “Hi Tamara” and squashed in besides Malcolm “Hi, isn't it crowded here? You won't happen to know anything about the loading effect of buses travelling at different speeds on roads and how that combined with road temperature to cause deformation in road surfaces would you?” She smiled. Malcolm did in fact, it was the subject of his engineering project and something that many people didn't take into consideration when designing roadways. Ashma arrived a minute or two later smiled at Malcolm, could he just move up a tiny bit sat the other side of him. Charlotte arrived, “Hi gang, did anyone know anything about fuses?” She couldn't get the lights to work and she wanted to try out her recipes for next week's dinner party. Was there a spare engineer in the house she could try out her dishes on? Julie offered up Malcolm, “Yes off you go Malcolm we can manage without you this once” his regular bridge partner cried as Tamara trumped the opposition's ace to send them one down. Malcolm was hustled out the door and into Isaac’s cab, Julie went in first, Charlotte followed Malcolm. Strange it seemed cramped in the back of a Cadillac his legs were together but both girls seem to arrange themselves so their legs pressed against his.

Tamara glanced at her watch time to exit stage left, adjusted her shawl to be respectable once more gathered up Ashma responded to her partners heart bid with four hearts. She laid her cards down and blew a kiss to the bridge players. “Bye, see you around” She left her partner trying to make four hearts and dashed out the door into Isaac’s waiting cab, NAC Isaac we're meeting Martin there at five to seven so don't spare the horses”. Looking back through the tinted glass she saw the bridge players dash down the union steps behind her looking for her.

At the house Charlotte slipped into the kitchen and picked up a saucepan, Julie thrust Malcolm upstairs into her room where Malcolm's Tuxedo was laid out on the bed. “Quick you've just got time to change for dinner”. “Dinner but aren’t I supposed to be repairing a fuse.” “Oh that. Silly me, Charlotte told me it wasn’t a fuse at all but a circuit breaker whatever that is. Any way she’s fixed it all. But tonight I need you to make the numbers up for dinner so be an angel and get changed. I’ve laid out a dinner jacket and such on the bed, hope it fits.” With that she twirled back into Charlotte's room and grabbed her French maid's outfit. She quickly changed and twirled in front of the mirror. “So what do you think? Will these panties do or I have two others that go with it.” She changed into the first pair on the bed, “Black sheer thong with lace at the top of the legs.” She changed, “These are practically the same at the front but more sheer coverage at the back. Kate thought they were the most indecent. I think the first pair are the rudest though. They’re called open panties. Look I’ll put them back on. At first you think they just have a lace trim that goes up and down the front but really it’s split into two halves that just pull apart like this.” She showed Dee just how easily they slipped apart. “It’s a really weird feeling knowing you are so vulnerable but also knowing they probably won’t notice even if they happen to catch a glimpse. Mind you Charlotte thinks there isn’t a great deal of difference between them and an ordinary thong. You can easily pull the thong to one side to gain access. When she was practising with her sister’s boyfriend “ ”Let’s face it with the non-existent neck line I doubt if they would notice anything.” “Great isn’t it. Kate got the idea from a quarter cup bra with the frills framing my breasts. Then it was just a matter of designing the dress to leave the frills and breasts exposed at the top. We worked out the length by first wearing a pair of Dior seamed stockings size 10 and then making the length just long enough to cover the suspender clasps.” She turned round to show the back off. “We cut the back a tiny bit longer because the stockings dip down a bit at the back.” Mind you if I bend forward it doesn’t matter very much what the length is I’m still showing acres of skin and panties. So which panties are more likely to give Malcolm a heart attack? It’s never failed to get an erection.” Eventually they settled on the open panties.

Dee had bathed and dressed in was sat in front of the mirror wearing La Dress. “Are you sure it isn't quite so see through in the candle light?” “Trust me” “It seems so little and so flimsy, and these ribbon bows just over the triangles on my chest”. “It’s perfect really, how do you like the slit skirt effect?” “Slit I thought they'd forgotten to sew up the seams, do you realise its slit from waist to ankle?” “Put on these matching panties?” “Why have they got little rubber knobs on the inside front and I can't think what they're for”. “Oh it’s a new sort of bra, slip them on and you'll see what I mean”. Dee slipped on the panties. It seemed a thousand tongues were licking her clitoris and the surrounding areas, her breasts felt heavier, her nipples stood up, she wasn't sure she could make it across the room. “I see what you mean.” Julie gave her a long deep kiss; “There you have just the right sort of dazed just kissed look.” Give me five minutes to settle Malcolm with a glass of sherry then you can make your entrance.

She popped back into her room, tied Malcolm’s bow tie, “Have you really never tied a bow tie before?”, put a dab of after-shave on him and lead him by the hand downstairs to one of the comfy arm chairs. “Sweet or dry” she offered standing by the sherry glasses. “Dry please, how many are coming to dinner?” “How many? You know I'm not sure, I’m just serving this evening but I know we needed you to make the numbers even, anyway no time to talk about it before dinner. Charlotte's creations can't be kept waiting you know, perhaps afterwards”. She dashed back upstairs. “I almost forgot the final touch. Tamara left her string of pearls for you, here want to pull them out I’ve been keeping them warm for you.” She turned her back on Dee and stuck out her bum. She turned her head back over her shoulder “There you are just pull them out.” Dee turned bright red and gingerly pulled on the three protruding pearls she could see sticking out of Julie’s slit. “Oh I like it, you know I can feel each one as it pops out. We must definitely try this again sometime when Malcolm’s not waiting downstairs. It was interesting putting them in, even more interesting walking round with them inside, it’s practically OhMyGod when they come out. Tamara suggested it, she thought you might like them warm and glistening, says it makes them look better.” Dee made her entrance down the stairs wearing the glistening pearls. Malcolm stood up “Malcolm this is Dee who has been kind enough to help out with the practice run. You've met already that's easier then”. “Malcolm I didn't know you had anything but jeans to wear?” “And I hadn't realised just how stunning you could look.”

“Good now we are all here.” Malcolm looked round puzzled. “Perhaps you could escort Dee into the dining room Malcolm.” They entered the room and admired the table laid out in front of them. “You weren't expecting anyone else were you?” asked Malcolm looking at the two places laid out in front of him. “No not this evening, and if you hadn't had been here you must admit the numbers would have been uneven. In fact Dee might even have had to dine alone and we wouldn't want that now would we.” She smiled her sweetest smile. Dee looked expectantly at Malcolm waiting for her chair to be drawn out. Malcolm did as he was silently bid. “Did you know what was planned” he asked Dee. “No only that Charlotte was cooking something special anyway its water under the bridge now. Why not sit back and enjoy, unless you'd rather not dine with me?” Dee pouted. Julie arrived with the first dish and brushed Malcolm's arm with her breast as she served, she bent forward to give Malcolm the full effect of her low neckline when she served Dee, she used a small table to hold the trays she carried from the kitchen bending forward with her back towards Malcolm displaying her black crotch-less panties and seamed stockings. She felt his hand steady her bottom as she wobbled in her high heels. “Malcolm you don't have to eat with me tonight you know, you can always leave.” He turned back to Dee, “Yes but it wouldn't be polite would it. Besides it’s cheaper than asking you out to dinner at a restaurant.” Julie lifted the dish she was carrying over Malcolm's head and looked at Dee. “Just say the word.” Charlotte appeared at the dining room door carrying a large carver in a threatening manner. “Did someone say something?” Malcolm looked contrite. Dee murmured “Tactful as always.” She looked at the other girls, “I never said he was perfect but he shows promise sometimes. Charlotte your tomato soup is practically a meal in itself. Malcolm simply hasn't started it yet or he'd know this is much superior to mere restaurant food.” Malcolm tasted his soup. He looked up at Charlotte, “I apologise, if the rest of the meal is up to this standard I think I'm in heaven.” “Any more comments like that young man and you soon will be.” Mortified Charlotte turned back to the kitchen. Julie followed her carrying the soup tureen leaving the couple behind her. Yes she enjoyed exhibiting her body but wasn't she ever going to get laid? It was all very well warming up other people's boyfriends but it did get her horny as hell, she'd make a stand, that’s what she’d do, after all Martin was there to service her just as much as Tamara and Charlotte.

After dinner she served coffee in the parlour, she liked the word parlour, from the French, a room for talking. She wondered if family room was where Americans made families? She giggled “Dee I'm sure you must be cold, why don't you sit on Malcolm's lap so he can put his arm round you and keep you warm.” Dee took the hint. Malcolm put his arm round her and cupped her breast. “That was a very nice meal even if I wasn't expecting it.” Julie appeared carrying a camera. “Smile.” There was a flash. “Stand and twirl please.” Another flash, “Smile one more time.” Flash. “What was that all about.” “Oh that, your mother wanted a picture of you in anything but jeans.” “You mean she is in on it as well? How much preparation did this evening take?” “Enough now come here and have a kiss. Julie you may leave now.” “But it might get really interesting and some of those web sites pay good money for steamy photos showing a bit of leg.” “Out!” She turned back to Malcolm. “Sorry about that you can't get the staff these days you know.” Malcolm tugged gently at the bow on Dee's dress; the triangular panel fell from her right breast. “Let's talk about something else. This dress is indecent” “I thought you'd never notice. Fun though don't you think?”

In the kitchen Julie and Charlotte sat down for a coffee. “If only my life's problems could be solved by something as simple as a meal for two.” sighed Julie. “Well all you have to do is invite him round it's no trouble at all to throw together a meal.” “That's the trouble there is no one at the moment I'd like to invite round.” “You poor thing all dressed up and no one to attract.” “I feel that way sometimes. Take tonight for example I'm as horny as hell and do I get a look in? Not a chance.” Charlotte stood up and walked across to Julie. She placed her arm round Julie's shoulder “I've got a new DVD we could curl up with in the family room whilst those two are talking in the parlour.” “Come on then let's hope there's some steamy sex scenes since that's all the relief I'm going to get tonight” she laughed. “What are we going to do with Dee by the way?” “Since everyone else is doubled up I could share for a day or two.” replied Julie. “Yes but longer term it seems such a waste all that space over the garage and she is an architect.” “Martin wouldn't let us. Besides where would we get the money?” “Dee could do the paperwork, I'm quite certain one of Tamara's dad's companies could drop off a load of building materials by mistake.” “Malcolm’s bridge partners, they're civil engineers aren't they?” “Over the weekend if Tamara took Martin off to Montreal? A couple of cases of beer, a few flood lights, I think we could do it.” “I've always wanted to nail a few roof tiles on.” “We'll tell Dee what she has to do later. For tonight let's have another glass of whatever it is in that tall brown bottle.” “A toast to Martin's new extension.” “To Martin's new extension.” “Now my girl pass me the remote and let's skip to the steamy bits.” “No way if I watch with a guy they always control the remote I want control. Oh dear does it come with an instruction book I seem to have powered off the T.V. Still practice makes perfect.”

Later that night Julie took Dee up to her room and gave her the choice of the rug on the floor or sharing a single bed, Dee cocked her head at Julie, “I think it might be cold tonight, shared bed please.” As they got undressed Julie mentioned Charlotte's idea. “Charlotte had an idea that maybe you could design a second story to go over the double garage. Be a great project even if we didn't actually build it.” “Would Martin mind?” “I don't think he'll be a problem, like your nightie, especially the teddy bears embroidered on it. If you wear it to breakfast tomorrow morning I'm sure Martin will agree to anything.” “I like it too. Sort of sweet but short enough to be interesting? Think Martin might like it then?” “Certain of it. Now how about a good night kiss?”

Next morning Julie and Dee went down for breakfast, Julie gave Martin a hug as she wondered into the kitchen. “Hi landlord, Dee followed me home last night so do you mind if we keep her?” “Dee? Who's Dee?” Dee swept in afterwards and greeted Martin with a kiss on both cheeks, “Me silly.” She bent over to look in the bottom cupboard, “Is this where you keep the Cornflakes?” Tamara looked up, “Are you sure you're warm enough Dee without panties? The Cornflakes are on the table by the way.” She turned back to Martin, “Ignore her she's only showing off, come here and show me how much you adore me.” Julie sat down at the table. “Seriously Martin, Dee would like to use your garage as a project, we thought about designing a 2nd floor to it.” Tamara looked at Martin as he frowned “Don't worry she's not going to spend lots of your money, it’s just her project for class. I expect she'll want to apply for permits and such and do a project plan thing but it’s nothing too serious.” She kissed the end of his nose. “Off to work now like a good little civil servant.” The other girls all made a fuss of Martin as he left, Charlotte promising him something special for supper since they were celebrating Dee's arrival. “But...” “And I'll wear my French Maid's outfit just for you” smiled Julie. “Oh well.” As Tamara took his arm “You enjoy having us around the place flaunting our bodies off to you, now admit it, and you must admit Dee has nice legs when all's said and done.”

Tamara met Martin straight from work on a Friday evening and had Isaac drive them over to Montreal for a romantic weekend having previously arranged with Christine her father's secretary that she could borrow her room as Christine would share with Teddy as normal but book two rooms to make it seem more innocent. Montreal is of course renown for its wide range of lingerie and other high fashion stores. They blew two months dress allowance in one weekend. And as Tamara noted afterwards not one garment was suitable to wear on public or in front of her parents. Friday morning as soon as Martin had departed for work Dee grabbed her cell phone and three trucks laden down with everything required had arrived parked outside the house. Dee supervised the removal of the roof, then the installation of the new framework ready for the first inspection by the end of the day. By Sunday night when Tamara and Martin arrived home the job was complete. Martin only noticed the following morning when he got up and looked at the new door on the landing, but Tamara arrived wearing one of the new night dresses she'd found in Montreal and nothing more was said, other than at the office when he arrived late for the first time in living memory.

The epilogue:

It's a little over four years later now, all of us have graduated. Julie is working at the NRC, National Research Council, studying loud speakers working with a company called Paradigm and last I spoke to her she was sharing her morning coffee with Jacob a young physicist on the team more often than not. She has hopes. She has invited him to meet Kate’s new child and Julie's new godson at the christening. Martin got given the job of finding a location for a G7 conference, he talked to Julie and offered her $1,000,000 to host the conference at Julie's airport, the local Indian band was happy to offer enhanced security for another $1,000,000. Martin's department thought they had a bargain compared to what had been paid out at Seattle and Quebec city so everyone was happy. So much so that she's been asked to host some more conferences of one type or another. Tamara, Tamara doesn't know what to do. She always intended that Martin wouldn't be a relationship because he's so different to what she had intended. Besides she doesn't know what to say to her parents about him but after four years she's used to him. I think she'll stay with him. Martin, well he's not so depressed these days. He still has an idea at the back of his mind he really ought to take control of life but then Tamara looks at him and he thinks maybe he'll just drift along with the tide for another day or two. Christine, oh she's permanent now and listening to the stock suggestions that float around when she attends meetings with Teddy has a considerable nest egg. Especially when she sold the high tech companies short when Teddy had said he thought they were overvalued. She didn't think she'd do the selling short bit again when she realised just how much risk she had run.

Ashma, well she had a phone call the day after graduation and left with Charlotte literately fifteen minutes later with everything she had crammed in Isaac's cab, and I mean left. Daddy and two uncles turned up on the doorstep a few minutes later and demanded to see her. They wouldn't accept Julie's word that she wasn't there and barged in demanding to see her so they could take her on a vacation. Tamara used her cell and called the number that Ian had given her, then the police. Within minutes a car had rolled up and four heavily built gentlemen walked through the door. The first looked at Tamara, “Tamara?” She nodded the three gentlemen who were with him surrounded her protectively. He turned back to Ashma's Dad. “Who invited you into the house?” “I don't need an invitation. I have come for my daughter.” Another car rolled up outside and four more heavies stepped out. They entered the door, “Hi Ralph need any help?” “These three were just leaving.” “Oh need a bit of help do they. Come along dad you just rest your legs. We'll carry you outside.” Finally a police car rolled up and after the policeman had talked to everyone, he suggested that Martin might like to invite Ashma's dad into the house to see for himself that Ashma had indeed left. Martin agreed and shortly afterwards Ashma's family left talking about the dishonour she had brought down on the family. Later Ashma wrote to us from Calgary where she had changed her name and was living in an apartment with Charlotte apologising for her family and asking Julie if she could arrange for the enclosed letter to her mother to be posted from somewhere very remote, like her airport since if her family thought she was there they might give up on her. Needless to say they didn't. They drove up to Julie’s airport and demanded to see Ashma. When Julie was contacted she suggested making them unwelcome and that's what happened. The local native constable put his one and only wheel clamp on their car for parking on private property in a restricted zone. Then told them he'd mislaid the key. They found it impossible to buy anything to eat or drink or to find anywhere to sleep. Finally the constable took pity on them and gave them a rucksack with three days water and a little food inside. He suggested they might like to walk down to the railway, as it was only 85 miles south but to be careful and stick to the tramway since it was the hunting season. Ten miles south, when it looked like they might turn back, a couple of shots were fired over their heads. Charlotte well she's happy to be where ever Ashma is and finally Dee, well she's getting married to Malcolm in a month's time, I'm to be bridesmaid, Martin has said since the house feels so empty now they might as well stay in Dee's bit over the garage for now.

Via Rail no longer has free tiny foam cups of coffee when you travel second class. Mind you travel first and the included meals are exceptionally good, especially the chocolate that comes at the end of the meal. Marks and Spencers have retreated from Canada and France and Isaac and some other drivers split up from Caddy cabs. They now work under Executive Cabs and you’ll find them in the Minto Hotel cab rank.

Minou, well last time I saw her she was curled up asleep in the sun having just finished a tin of salmon.